My dear readers, it feels like ages since I posted on Wattpad. This is a poem that was inspired last night at 1:00 AM by writergrl98's goodbye to wattpad on account of time constraints. I actually wrote it out on my phone and am now posting it by the grace of one of my colleagues, who lent me her laptop.
I may not be a mother yet, but the feelings of a parent are all too clear to me at times.
CHRYSALIS
The shape of your footsteps
Mocks me from the ground,
Reminding me they’ll fall
On my paths no more;
Soft breezes tease me on
And spread your scent around,
Despite knowing you’ll come
Back to me no more.
And yet I can’t resent this change,
Since your future demands it now –
This change
That morphs you from shoot to tree,
That sets your cloistered footsteps free,
That teaches you to swim
Against each tide,
That comes when the world beyond
Wants you at its side...
So go forth and seize
The brush you’re handed,
Exchange your pencils
For the palettes of life;
Let your joyous thoughts colour
The very air you breathe,
Paint the infinite skies with
The glowing oils of time:
But
The questing hands that tugged my heart,
The tiny feet that trailed me once,
The simple strokes I’d loved so much
Are
In simple words,
No more.
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