I want to feel like a child once more,
To be happy, to laugh, to feel pure joy.
To run free, with no care in sight,
To revel in the simple, endless light.But that joy is a fleeting moment,
A time when innocence was the component.
It slips away as we start to grow,
A precious feeling we’ll never truly know.Why is joy so brief, so far from sight?
Is it the world's cruelty, its endless fight?
The harshness around us, the wounds we bear,
Takes away the joy we once could share.Oh, to one day feel that joy again,
To release the sorrow, to free the pain.
To feel lighthearted, carefree and free,
A joy untainted, just you and me.But I can’t say I’m surprised or dismayed,
If that time never comes, if it fades away.
For life has its way of taking the best,
Leaving us empty, with no peace, no rest.I long for that joy, so pure, so bright,
But reality dims it, with endless fight.
I search for it in places unknown,
Yet it remains just out of reach, overthrown.Maybe one day, joy will return,
But for now, I wait, in silence I yearn.
The child within me still longs for that day,
When joy will find me, and take me away.
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Shadow of Becoming
Non-FictionIn Shadow of Becoming, a teenager stands at the crossroads of adolescence and adulthood, caught in a whirlwind of doubt and discovery. As they grapple with the complexities of growing up, they question everything they once believed-faith, self-worth...