I Grew Up

When the bell rang,
With my little legs, I ran.
With the eyes marveling,
I squinted.
Then, I saw a cart,
Filled with colors so bright.
Happiness washed my worry,
An ice cream was saved in my memory.

When I felt my first heartbreak,
I sat.
With eyes welling in tears,
I cried.
Then, I heard the familiar bell,
Echoing nicely in my ears.
Nostalgia washed my heartache,
Tears were replaced by a gleam.

When I was frustrated,
I strongly brushed my hair.
With eyebrows creased,
I sighed heavily.
Then, I saw the ice cream cart,
Surprisingly looking the same.
Calm made me forget chaos,
A sigh of relief, a sign of retreat.

Anxious, I walked.
Scared of the future, I traveled.
I wished to hear the bell,
To brush this anxiousness away.
To my surprise, I came across it.
The taste stayed the same—
Full of flavor and sweet—
But it was not enough,
To ease the chaos in my mind.

I navigated my way home,
Still scared of what comes next—
But bears the realization,
That ice cream can't make me happy anymore,
Because, I grew up.