To Grow Up
No one taught me how to grow up.
Ripped from the sun kissed days of youth
Into the bleak, wintery abyss of maturity.
No one prepared me for this.
I know everyone goes through it,
I understand it’s part of life,
That in order to be accepted we must “grow”,
But I don’t understand why.
Why should we have to give up
The only things that make life beautiful,
in order to survive in this world?
As children we understand what’s important:
The connections between each other,
Singing songs and holding hands,
that play and make believe are sacred…
Why must these life-giving entities disappear?
Couldn’t we compromise?
Until we come to a place where “childishness” is accepted
in the adult heart
I will never feel welcome…
In a world that shuts such wonder out.