The days so simple back then,
I must have been about ten.
When I felt alive and free
No one to worry about, only me.
I could play all day and it wasn't a crime
Except for when I was called in for dinner time.
Now I look back and I miss those days,
My childhood, my simple ways.
I can stay out past ten and do as I please,
Go wherever I want, I just grab my car keys.
Freedom comes with each passing age
But oh how I miss that stress-free stage!
I'm somewhat wiser now, I see the world with different eyes,
I'm still a child at heart,
I can't believe how time flies.
About the Creator
Li-Li 📓
Hi, my name is Li-Li & I'm just grateful to be able to share my words here. ♥
Keep reading
More stories from Li-Li 📓 and writers in Poets and other communities.
The Body Remembers
The body remembers what the mind tries to outrun. It remembers every storm, every rupture, every season of survival you forced yourself through. It remembers the nights you held yourself together with nothing but breath and grit. It remembers the mornings you rose anyway, even when rising felt like lifting a collapsed building off your own chest. The body keeps its own archive, written in muscle, breath, pulse, and instinct. Long after the mind rewrites the story, the body still carries the original draft.
By Elisa Wontorcik6 days ago in Poets
The steps to losing a child
Step One: Lose a child. Not what anyone wants to happen and nothing you can do to change it, but you can go through steps to becoming happy again. You can go through steps to loving again. You can go through steps to become a new you because after losing a child you will never be the same person you once were.
By Tabitha Hinkley5 days ago in Fiction
Comments
There are no comments for this story
Be the first to respond and start the conversation.