The new-coming of age is daunting.
The pressure - so very haunting.
Of expectations and lack of
liberations, of corsets and suppressed
desires and glee. Of joy long forgotten
and hope shredded and stomped and
thrown to the bottom
of the ash-black lake of drowning, dead
dreams.
aspirations of old and new tarnished with
the ink of a fateful dwell on life. The simplicity of
how things were - how they ought to be.
dive deep, and jump out again, as quickly as you came,
grasp onto the memories with your minds.
Once there, they are yours to keep.
YOU ARE READING
Blackberry Thistles ✓
Poetrypoems as delicate as the fruit itself, and as thought-provoking as the sour aftertaste. All Rights Reserved. Copyright © 2019 Kate H. > third place winner of the gem-mers awards poetry section 2020
