It (#Wattys2016)

s p a c e

remember the hopes
that you built up to be
unconquerable?

the one that you dared say
even scratched the sky?

and how you dreamt one day
you could carry your throne of
pessimism
towards the highest floor
and gladly sit atop it
just to rub in how
truly foolish negativity
can blind you to be?

you remember laughing
as you slowly forget the despair:
all the unneeded tears
and fears
that had hindered you along the way?
you pushed them aside because
inside, you knew
you were above them.

you remember feeling alone
but never lonely
perched within your empty halls
that were never empty anyway, just
not full yet?
they were potential holders
of the future joys you would find
in life.
you thanked God there was so much
s p a c e.

and there was so much indeed.
you filled the blanks with warm
memories of blessed days.
of lego houses and lego men
and chocolate cake and
secrets dens
and whispered secrets in the night
and coloured drawings:
all those colourful, colourful
pictures of who you were, and still
there was so much space.

you were lucky.
you were the happiest
a little boy could ever wish
to be.

and yet now,
that you have wisened
that you have aged
and gained maturity beyond those years,
why have you changed?

why did you topple
your very own tower of dreams
and disassemble your throne
and let the damned
pessimism
run wild and free?

why do you feel empty
when you know that inside
these gaps are merely
s p a c e s ?

you still have so much more to fill...