The rain is a reminder of simpler times...
Dandelions filled the grass, we ran wild and carefree in our baby sized feet, our eyes shut each hope and possible dream grasping to the stem as though the following blink would be a grave sin, remember your wish, keep it sealed
Blow and wait for an eternity for that Barbie doll or that tea cup set but I somehow forgot, forgot to wish for my future self, to wish her a good day and now all my days are grey, they have rigours thunderbolts on leashes.
One wish might have made up for the mayhem this life has been weaved into, a tapestry of bright colours gradually turning darker because younger me... she be NOT my protector.
She be a soul scraping for bittersweet symphonies.
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General FictionPoetry by Ladi. A collection of poetry opening a door of many, a creative that struggles with mental health.
