POEM
My Childhood Fears
The Daily Special — Nov 15th Prompt
When I was young,
I wanted to grow up.
And now I want to be young again.
Only because I want to tell my younger self,
That the things I feared will be trivial along the way.
Those kid fears that haunt us in our dreams,
Leave a lasting impact as we grow into adult beings.
If only there was a sign, a hand, or a voice,
To tell us that our fears are just a part of life.
Some childhood fears were based on fantasy,
I feared what if my dreams don’t turn into reality.
Oh, how I wished my fantasy was a reality,
And my dreams were shattered,
As reality started to sink in when I reached adulthood.
Those were the days,
Where time wasn’t a thing, I had to worry about.
What frightened me was will I become,
An accomplished adult my parents want me to be.
If only I could tell my younger self to live in the present,
And with time everything will make sense.
Now all I can do is write a letter to my younger self,
That girl who used books and fantasy as her escape.
To her I will tell that what you seek you shall find,
It will all find you when the time is right.
Thank you Ravyne Hawke for another thought-provoking prompt.
It took me back to my childhood and my fears which now seem so trivial. I guess that’s the beauty of life. Everything seems trivial with time.
