Poetry For Everyday People
When We're Young
It's not so much
what we talked about
with our friends,
even at sleepovers
in the dark basements
of each others homes
or late night
sitting on the swings
mad at our parents,
teachers,
other kids,
rain
(thinking grown-ups
stole the sun),
even then
what we let out
was edited,
the things we didn't
talk about
(for fear of it
being too much
too horrible)
as if anything
was rare?
but we didn't know,
those things
that stayed locked up
within us,
are now our struggles,
our nightmares,
our inadequacies,
adults in the shadows
of memories,
so long ago,
yet still.
what we talked about
with our friends,
even at sleepovers
in the dark basements
of each others homes
or late night
sitting on the swings
mad at our parents,
teachers,
other kids,
rain
(thinking grown-ups
stole the sun),
even then
what we let out
was edited,
the things we didn't
talk about
(for fear of it
being too much
too horrible)
as if anything
was rare?
but we didn't know,
those things
that stayed locked up
within us,
are now our struggles,
our nightmares,
our inadequacies,
adults in the shadows
of memories,
so long ago,
yet still.
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When We`re Young
When We`re Young
