A Girl in a Forgetful World

Stories of my Childhood

Sweet and innocent days live here,

When smiles hid no pain

And everyone was pure.

Stories of my childhood

Are not like anyone else's.

Mine were filled with confusion,

Some sadness,

Some anger,

Some tears,

And eventually I grew up.

It's a funny thing that pain can do,

Twist you so hard

And hit you so fast

That everything changes in an instant.

I don't like growing up.

Everyday gets harder

And friends drift further apart.

I sometimes look back on the stories of my childhood

If only to relish in that perfect world for just a few measly seconds.

But still,

Those seconds give me hope

That not all of the world is bad.

Not all hatred will stay.

The stories of my childhood made me what I am today.

I am strong.

I am brave.

I am loving.

I am pain.

The stories of my childhood

Always are filled with laughter.

Bright, innocent, happy-go-lucky laughter.

Laughter makes the world go round

And smiles keep it from burning down.

The stories of my childhood are sadly in the past,

But looking into the future

I see clouds of white,

Bright light,

And love at every corner.

Pain is still there,

But I know how to fight it now.

The stories of my childhood always fill my mind.

I no longer live through them,

And there are some missing characters from a few,

Missing characters that left me for other stories.

But now I am making the stories of my future,

While remembering the stories of my past.

The stories of my future will be built upon trust

And love

And hope

And peace.

Thank you, stories of my childhood

For the memories.