They grow up so fast - don't they ?
From cut knees in the playground
To cut wrists in the bathtub.
The weight of the world in their tiny shoulders.
The invisible pressures and powers that you were powerless to protect them from.
It makes your throat swell and your eyes water.
To be that old that young, when a short life seems so long to them.
You will never be able to protect them.
You knew that, you always did.
From the first moment their tiny hand grabbed your finger,
You knew you could never give them enough.
They grow up so fast - don't they?
YOU ARE READING
Anywhere.
PoetryI've written a lot of poetry, and I guess people should here it. Some are about me and my experiences but are mostly just poems.
