Reflection of a childhood home
December 3, 2022
i know if i looked hard enough
into the bed frame of my room
i could see the tears and laughter
the excitement and the gloom
if dusted the dirt
off my top shelf
i could still see my long hair
still see the longing of self
if i took out the stuffing
of my childhood toy
i could feel the imagination and wonder
the fulfillment to enjoy
If I sat on the dirt
and felt the grass on my skin
i could hear the cries of a scraped knee
and the silence of a listen
If I dyed my hair
or buzzed it right off
it won’t change the chemistry
or how curly or soft
If i pound my face with paint
it won’t remove the years
the freckles from the sun
the dull spots of dried tears
I will forever be so young
so tireless so afraid
still scared of the dark
still wanting to stay