I sat in that gym on a different side, looking at the children down below from me. Years ago I had been the one to look up from the ground to stare at the bleachers, to search with my eyes-
Now I searched in different ways.
And as I sat in the different yet same position that I was in, in the form that I was now taking, in the age that I was now transcending it hit me-
These children will grow. They will grow and become and morph and shape and develop and each soul each life as the gym filled with hundreds of them, laughing and still blissfully unaware of the fate ahead-
It hit me-
As I watched the boys look at the girls, while some looked at boys, while some wished they were girls while some wished they were boys.
As I watched the girls look at the boys, while some looked at girls, while some wished they were boys while some wished they were girls.
To the ones who were silent, watching the actions go around
To the ones who were loud, wanting the attention to be found
To the ones who were in the middle, not sure what place to be -
I thought of the children then and the lifes they would live, how they would grow and have their milestones of - graduation, falling in love, learning to work, learning to cry, facing reality, facing denial, staring at death, staring at life, becoming fathers, becoming mothers- husbands and wives.
My place within the stands would soon be occupied with another.
And another.
And then it-
the bubble burst.
And I stared down below, seeing nothing but children. And wondering, what it was, that I had seen in the first place.
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Where is the Sun?
Poetry☼ I wished upon a star but realized it was night. The sun that I had wished upon, had left me forever blind☼ ► sporadic updates ► poetry book ► thank you for reading ©world_joy_ Cover by @daisybrowser
