I remember how I'd be cradled
until stories would carry me to sleep.
But now it's all my thoughts
that keep me up as I weep.
I remember how I'd hate the rain
keeping me from running to play.
But now I am one with the rain
with all my skies fading to gray.
I remember how I would think
that the worst pain was a scrape on my knee.
But now I understand that pain
is more than what you can only see.
I remember how everything
seemed to be easier back then.
But now everything seems to be
the opposite
of what I thought it would be.
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Poetrydust untouched from the clutter in an abyss we call "minds" in various styles // trigger warning. please do be careful. highest rank: #38