when i was seven,
i had a million obsessions.
sticker books, barbie dolls, birthday presents and more.
i wanted to grow up and be so many things
like a doctor for stuffed animals, an intergalactic warrior, a power puff girl.
all these dreams and aspirations
didn't seem so out of reach.
they seemed so easy and possible
and i felt unstoppable.
add a few more years to that age
and the circumstances change.
nuances and shades of gray,
complicated situations and busy days.
i don't know what i want in life.
i don't know what i want to be.
the future seems so muddled and unclear,
covering my eyes so i can't see
and so begins my greatest fear.
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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...
