People are always rushing
Rushing to get somewhere
Even rushing to grow up
Sometimes I just want to close my eyes
When
I open them I’d be young again
I’d see my brother and be happy
I’s see my mother so full of energy
And not crying because she’s so full of frustration
I won’t know that most times she cries it’s sadness leaking out
I won’t know when sometimes that
BANG!
Goes off in the night
That it might mark the end of someone
I would believe in magic
That if I closed my eyes something amazing would happen
There wouldn’t be wars
Especially the ones with those scary black sticks
I wouldn’t be keeping secrets
And every word coming from my mouth isn’t a lie
I wouldn’t be scared that mama might reject me
How could she?
Or why should she?
My mama says she loves me no matter what, right...
Right?
Daddy’s not grouchy and he always smiles
Always, right?
When did I stop believing in my dreams
That I’m not good enough
That no matter what I do
I’ll always be that person who never gets what they desire
Where’d it go
The late night laughs
Our tight family
When did we become undone
I miss them
I miss that
I guess that is what a childhood is
A time to fantasize
To be proud
To dream
To be confident
To be yourself
To be happy
I can see why people say don’t be in a hurry to grow up
I don’t want to be young again
I want it to be like I’m young again
I want that secure feeling
That no matter what happens someone will protect me
I want it to be like...
Everything’s actually going to be okay
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