Childhood growth
Such a plain display of laughter, of kind
memories of long ago. Simple were the quirks of childhood.
Dozens of years, decades down the road and still the
imagery is vibrant.
Oh so clear are the times. Ever changing are
the worlds spinning. Millions of seconds ago we were
younger. Side stepping to a different tune that either was
joyful or hurtful. Still, though, we learned from all.
Ah the giggles that formed from silliness
inside a listing. The creativity of our youth. The
vibrance, the defiance of our will and the strength of
our backbone. So much has changed as life is growing
around us. Soon the recalling of such times will bring
tears upon our spirits, our eyes.
What a tiny obstacle all was in hindsight
but a mountain fortified by stone in our days long
ago. How, though, did we imagine, experience our
way through it? How did we endure?
Oh a soft breeze pushes around the branches
of a tree. Distraction to draw me back home. Here
into this reality, I stand overwhelmed but so calm.
Not anxious over the excitement and not remorseful
over the pain.
So long ago, I must remember, I chose those
steps. I chose to move against the wind, roughness
against that of stone. I chose to be stubborn, prideful.
Yes now I have these lessons to put to good
use. I have those expressions to display. I have these
emotions that were once locked up, spread wide
open. I have all these words to unlock and still did
I learn?
Yes. Childhood is kind to recall. My choices,
good and bad, are reflections of the ever growing,
always improving woman I am currently becoming.
So you ask would I change anything? No.
I have a story to press and a million more lessons to
learn. Not even one millisecond would I do over once
more.
Becoming who I am now is beautiful, fun,
secure and capable. So adaptable and loving who I
am, I am excited to say I am just me. Unique
and embraced.
Are you?
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