I remember her energetic and soft
graces:
inspired by everything, nothing could
stop
her carefree spirit from reaching the
top
of any mountain with magical bases.
Strong intuition directed her path;
uncomplicated was life.
Her world was black and white;
decisions were simple.
Looks were not her worry; she was cute
as a dimple.
She contained a sense of wonder;
ignorant of strife.
Once her presence was gone and
innocence forgotten,
I gained awareness of opportunities
that opened doors
but also of the world’s problems that
often ended in wars.
After she left me, my ties to the real
world began to tauten.
Her qualities disappeared, she became
lost.
She did it so I could exist, but at
what cost?
1 comment:
A beautiful story about the inevitable pains of adulthood and the sadness of having to grow up. I particularly loved the poignancy of the final two lines. I did have some trouble with the line "I gained awareness of opportunities that opened doors" because it seemed a little clunky when I read it aloud.
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