when I was a lot younger,
I didn't really like to read,
I would skim through pages,
not knowing the words they breathe
pictures would dance before my eyes
before I would drift off to sleep
the world seemed a new place,
full of things I couldn't begin to fathom
my mother used to be beside me
and she'd read those words I didn't know
music to my ears,
I never thought we'd be
separated through years
I used to think
everything had some fairy dust,
a bit of magic even with rust
I wasn't the smartest,
those gold circles never meant much,
though I can only imagine
what an amazing spectacle
my younger self could think of them as
perhaps the children of before and of today
were never as ignorant as I was,
believing in fairy tales
like the young Jacob Portman
until everyone decided it was time
to look at reality,
where everyone is suffering
and strange things are happening
that when everything is falling apart,
we can't just wave a magic wand
to bring it back together,
we can't go into a closet to be brought
to a different reality world
all we do is hurt others and get hurt,
and it's up to us to forgive or not
YOU ARE READING
as the sun sets,
Poetry[February-May 2016 poem attempts/random thoughts] You are beautiful. 我爱你 アイシテル Mahal kita Je te aime Ich liebe dich Σε αγαπώ ti amo saranghaeyo te amo Rwy'n dy garu di Вернись пожалуйста
