Midnight Thoughts (Poetry)

A wannabe lost boy

As a kid, I would bury my face in books.

Nothing much has changed since.

One of my favorite ones was Peter and Wendy.

I envied Peter Pan.

I would often dose off and dream of waking in Neverland.

Escaping my reality.

Remaining a kid forever.

Finally being free.

A new place to call home and never be alone.

The days were long but the nights were short.

My only friend was the moon.

So I would stay awake and spill my guts

Hoping that somewhere out there

Peter Pan would somehow come to life

In the moments of utter darkness

His moonlight shadow would appear

As I would drown in the sky with him on our way to Neverland

I would think of what life might have been like if the world hadn't scratched me up

How wonderful and full of liquid happiness I would have been

If my own family would have accepted me as the person I was

There had been times in my life when I had thought about stepping in front of cars or leaping off of bridges,

but I never had,

and it all had to lead up to this moment right here and right now;

My sweet new home.

Neverland;

Where I would be enough.

One day, I would think

I would eventually fly away from my reality.

So I would stay awake

Constantly cutting myself on the glass of waiting

And getting lost in the fog of hope.

Thank you for taking time off your day to read this, I hope it was worth your time. Neverland always felt like a safe space for me. 

Amalia G.