Poetic Justice

Growing up

Remember the days,
The raindrops would race against one
Another on the windows?
We would chase the sun and run away,
From the night.
We would blow out our birthday candles,
Adoring all the attention.
We would flee from dinosaurs,
And fire breathing dragons.
We'd pick up flowers,
And think they're the most beautiful things
In the world.
We'd look at the clouds,
And see shapes of hearts and stars.

Now our teardrops,
Are what race on the windows of our Cheeks.
We've swapped it around,
At day the sun is too bright,
And at night, it's the only time,
Our cries will stay unheard.
We blow dandelions,
Watching them leave us,
Like the adoring attention left so quickly.
We flee from mirrors and
And fire breathing words,
That leave us scorched.
We look at eyes,
And think they're the most beautiful
Things in the world.
We look at clouds,
And we see a warning for storms around
The corner.

It's the saddest thing of our lives,
With age comes maturity,
But also,
With age comes loss of purity.
We think more logically,
We see the world as it is,
With unclouded eyes,
And without any fairy tale lies.

We also see the world,
As hatred and contempt,
We see it as an endless tunnel,
We see ourselves,
As useless and worthless.

With age comes knowledge,
And sometimes knowledge can be a curse.
Growing up,
Hits like a brick in your face,

We no longer see the sunrises,
The beauty, the beginning, the pure.
Instead,
We see the sunsets,
The end of light, and the start of darkness.

~n.s