I've never been today-years-old
How am I supposed to know
How to act
How to feel
How to dodge the sticks and stones
I've been yesterday-years-old
What fun it is to know
What to say
What to do
What a shame
I hadn't had a clue
Time travel remains
My biggest fantasy
What I would give
Just to stop and think
Again
But the moment goes
In a blink
So what could have been?
The biggest mystery of them all
Hides behind a foggy wall
A wall so comfortable
Yet so cruel
I'll never know my own mistakes
Perhaps only when it is
Too late
I'll never know my close calls
So maybe it's good
After all
YOU ARE READING
Growing Pains
PoetryA retelling of growing up with all of the highs and lows. Condensed into few words are my experiences with people, self-discovery, and the small parts of life and the world I've gotten to see through the windows of my childhood home.
