: ̗̀➛ Poetry: A Journey

Childhood

In the realm of youth, where dreams took flight,
A treasure trove of memories, shining so bright,
Regret, a gentle whisper that softly sighs,
Longing to rewrite the tale, where innocence lies.

Oh, childhood's realm, a symphony so grand,
Where laughter danced, a whimsical band,
In joyous abandon, we leaped and we played,
Unfettered hearts, blissfully unaware they'd fade.

But time's relentless march sweeps us away,
Adolescence's blooms, petals astray,
Mistakes, they cling, haunting and persist,
As we yearn for chances lost within the mist.

Yet let not regret shroud us in despair,
For echoes of yesterday need not ensnare,
Through wisdom's lens, let growth arise,
Finding solace in lessons, as the soul reprises.

For childhood, a palette of vibrant hues,
With youthful trials and experiences we choose,
Mistakes, brushstrokes forming imperfect art,
Adding depth, shaping life's intricate chart.

Though we yearn to mend past transgressions dear,
To rewrite tales, fresh impressions sear,
Forgiveness must bloom deep within the core,
To release the burden regret once bore.

For to be human is to falter and learn,
To grasp the embers from failures' burn,
Seeking redemption, a chance to ascend,
With humility, our flaws we must transcend.

Childhood's days, ethereal and fleet,
Yet the soul's fabric, forever complete,
With gratitude, let blessings be known,
Embrace the present, a canvas we own.

So, let the weight of regret finally depart,
Cherish life's lessons, etched within the heart,
For every thread in the tapestry's weft,
Shapes our being, who we are, life's secrets we've kept.

Embrace growth's beauty, its ceaseless change,
A range of compassion, hearts rearranged,
And know, dear soul, in life's grand charade,
You hold the power to flourish, to serenade.

For childhood's whispers may blend with the past,
Yet the strength of your spirit forever will last,
In the legacy you build, the love you bestow,
In the person you've become, seeds of greatness you sow.