Tears of a child

 

I cried with the tears of a child,

laughed with the happiness of youth.

I smiled with innocent glee,

loved unconditionally.

I learned as a pupil of life,

school sculptured me.

To see the little things

with more clarity,

in between the brevity.

 

I found excitement in the mundane,

joy in the ordinary.

Imagination catapulted me

into worlds I could only dream.

It painted pictures

that coloured my mind,

showed me how to be kind.

Taught me to smile

in the face of adversity.

 

I sought knowledge

at every turn of the page.

New things to store in my brain.

It also taught me to distrust,

lay low,

hide in the darkest shadows.

for when those who want to cause pain 

are in full flow

 

Childhood created me,

but it was the years of pain

that shaped who I was to be.

Moulded,

sold the lie,

that I would understand,

that I would know why.

That as I aged, I'd know my mind,

the choices I needed to find.

The pathways that I should take,

that I wouldn't keep making similar mistakes.

 

I cried with the tears of a child,

laughed with the happiness of youth.

As I got older, I saw the truth.

That joy comes from the little things,

seemingly insignificant.

The way a bird sings

or a fox runs for cover.

The way you smile inside

when thinking of a lover.

 

 

Thanks for reading

Peace, Love and Poetry.

Kyle.