Childlike innocence is to believe
that tooth fairies were real and money grew from trees,
instead of the harsh reality
that your parents toiled away and broke their backs
for a brief moment of pleasure that you promptly forgot anyway.
Childlike innocence is to believe
that everyone loved you just as much as mom and dad did
instead of the crushing truth
that out of ten people
two adored you, five were lukewarm, and three wanted you dead.
Childlike innocence is to believe
that hugs and kisses were the supreme currency
that could get you sparkly bags and sweet chocolates no matter what
instead of the harsh reality
that money mattered more than affection
and marriage became an economic proposition.
Childlike innocence is to believe
that you could truly do whatever your heart longed for
instead of the crushing truth
that it came with the stipulation
that you take into account
what you're actually talented at,
what the world needs,
what pays well,
but once you've thought of all that,
you'd be paying the hefty price,
of saying goodbye
to your childlike innocence.
YOU ARE READING
Gone was time • poetry collection
PoetryYou don't see it. You don't hear it. You don't feel it. Quietly, it creeps away like a sinful thief, stealing all your moments, your months, your memories and gone was time. More often than not, many of us don't fully comprehend the weight a moment...
