When I was little
And knew nothing much
About the world
There was only light
No bars of fear
No thorns of hate
Where I lived was a beautiful place
But later,I know not why
And what eclipsed
That light in my heart
And how, through these years
Imaginary shackles around my wrist,
Cactuses around, and pricking
Appeared
But what I pray for is now
To go back
To those prejudice free, carefree days
When though tiny, seemingly helpless
Was when I was bravest
And stop time
That makes my limbs grow
And shrinks my heart
I want to go back
To when I was little.
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eXpressions- Poems
PoetryThis book is a compilation of poems written by the author from her childhood to the present.
