it's been so long since i've swam
i miss being in the water
and i miss being in the snow
and i can't stand this strange cold
there's wind
there's frost
but the grass is uncovered and dead.
this is no wonderland
i cannot see the lake beyond the trees
and the chlorine does it no justice
when i go for walks
there is no silent comfort
the street lights do not do it for me anymore
and the sirens only make me wonder
the steps behind me are not the trusted paws i'm used to
what do i need to do
to fix this whole in my stomach
it aches and aches and aches
but i cannot satisfy it
i don't know what it wants
i thought i knew everything
i thought the world was in the palm of my hand
and that it was going to get better
everyone said that it gets better
but they didn't know
they didn't know how dark the days are in my room
and how bright the nights become when the clouds reflect the lights of the city
i miss the snow haze
and the summer skies
they are my only memories of peace.
YOU ARE READING
We All Grow Up
Poetryi started this collection of thoughts and feelings before i had really grown up. legally i'm supposed to be grown up now, but i'm still writing. i think it's going to be a long time before this collection feels complete, and i feel grown up.
