Refections

Hi All,

My poem today is a modern, free verse. I was reflecting on my childhood. Those ours I spent wanting to be big, a grown up and being in control of my own destiny. Problem with driving your own destiny, is that you need to be a great driver who knows all the stops. Sadly we can't learn the stops till we are our own drivers. Oh the irony. So we reflect on our childhood. 

Reflections

Reflections of the one you are. Snatched away, kidnapped! 

Dangled for you as that ‘Cherry’... just out of reach. 

You stretch and twist, contort your body, jump, but you allude - you. 

Away you run with your-elf. Stolen in your memories of what was. 

When it was free to think, to play, to chase, to love and lust. 

As those desires consumed you. That recall of what was? Gone. 

Aloof and more distant than yesterday. Yesteryear's become decades

and so in that struggle to be what was. You have lost who you were.

Important now are not the joys of childhood. The taste of newness 

on your tongue. Away, are the sensational experiences of youth. 

Now are the confines of adulthood and with it the compression of 

responsibility. And so, you seek it. Your past, your infancy, the bosom

of it. Your carefree cocoon, in which you built who you are... grew your 

emotions and developed that desire to be grown. 

How does it feel, this fit of adulthood - too snug? 

By Helen Stallard

March19, 2014