As a child my imagination ran wild
I could see a story everywhere
At 6 years old, every cloud was a turtle
A dinosaur
Even a princess
In 5th grade we learned about these water filled floating pillows, they all have names
No longer Gina the giraffe it was a cumulous cloud
Dave the floating dog was gone and in his place was a status
I couldn't see the heart made all I could see now was the cirrus cloud
At 15 these clouds were just simple science
No more mystery with the prince or the princess in the sky cause I couldn't see it anymore
No more imagination
Just a water cycle
Now they were just
shapeless clouds
No story left to tell
No question on how they got up there
No dreaming on what it would be like to lay on one
Because falling through a water filled pocket to instant death doesn't have that happy ending
I always wanted
I don't believe in fairy tales anymore
I don't believe in happily ever after
And I don't see shapes in the most beautiful clouds
Just fluffy mass
No magic
Just shapeless clouds
YOU ARE READING
Grieving
PoetrySometimes it's hard to put emotions into words, so I shall just bleed onto the paper. Life sucks sometimes so read some of this and maybe you can relate.
