The loss of innocence.

It was a sad day for me
when I realized
the great big forest
was
lined up in nice neat rows.
        I wanted to chop them down
        and make them spontaneous again.
As if they moved.

I was ten years old.

I stopped telling my mom
about the bully on the bus.
I cried silently into my jacket.

I was eight years old.

When my childhood haven
became a living hell
I Knew
I had finally grown up.

Was it what I wanted?



elyse solana reves         7.24.99

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