Growing pains
Lit Up — May’s Prompt: Nostalgia
The mirror lies to me daily,
showing me the same familiar face
I saw a few years ago
But, on the inside,
everything’s changed.
There was a time when I knew
with the conviction of hard-headed youth
exactly what I wanted.
And I knew I would
get what I wanted
Now my foundation’s quaking,
shivering with change
as I get more and more unsure
Many old dreams
seem silly now
Some still feel like I should want them
and I’m tired of lying to myself,
but the truth feels like treason, like quitting
Some have morphed into
unrecognisable phantasms
No discernible landmarks remain
in my minds’ landscape,
while on the surface, status quo rules
I’m teetering on the edge of newness
and all I want now is to go back to who I was,
stand rock-solid
instead of slowing sinking
into this quagmire of uncertainty
I scream, Give me back my convictions,
my well-thumbed views and preconceptions
give me my old self back
My lament remains unanswered
