Poetry

When I was younger

When I was younger

I would pick up a book,

and read,

and read,

and read,

I cannot begin to explain how much I miss the 

feeling,

of being lost in a book every single day

and forgetting about the world around me,

nowadays I cannot seem to find the time,

or find the focus on 

the words that stare at me

and gaze into my eyes,

because on every single page 

someone else is speaking out to me,

whether it being an expression of what’s within,

or a story that I need to hear

someone else was speaking out to me,

so tell me why life was so much easier

during the joyful days of skipping,

laughing,

twirling around in the school playground,

with my summer dress fluttering with the sound 

of my jumpy heart,

when worries did not circle around in my head,

and naivety was my gateway to happiness,

I could look up at the sky above

and see a clear blue with white clouds,

now when I look up,

the sky is no longer a clear blue and

the clouds are not simply white,

the complexity of my mind has now made me 

envision a spectrum of madness

so I wish I could go back to the joyful days of 

skipping,

laughing,

twirling around in the school playground,

with my summer dress fluttering with the sound 

of my jumpy heart,

when worries did not circle around in my head,

and naivety was my gateway to happiness.

 

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