A poem of ephemeral childhood;
Written by -R-
"When did you start to catch yourself finding solace in literature?"
When I was 10.
I remember writing a poem about my sadness that feels irrelevant.
It all started there—when I can't express my feelings.
Then, it leads to recollecting my lost childhood memories.
I don't know;but my childhood feels empty.
It feels so short, like an ephemeral.
Maybe, because there are things my brain doesn't want me to remember.
Things my brain wants me to forget.
Yet, there are still things I remember from my short childhood.
Words everybody has told me.
From insults—to something I can't believe.
Those things they've said;they're engraved in my bones.
It stings when someone says it again.
Going back to my childhood, I don't think it's special.
My father, I don't wanna talk to him or anything about him—but he's someone who I wrote poems for; he's the one I please.
My mother, she's kind. But, I wish I could be my own mother.
Siblings and friends, they still don't know anything about me.
This is probably one of the longest poems I've ever written.
