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Afterlife


 

Quite suddenly it comes just as love fades in the wake of realization.

The growing pain time when you realize you once were a child but now you’re old.

It is as a soul leaves the body after death; an alienation.

Only to begin a new era of life just as a soul would join the after life with streets of gold.

This realization of the abandonment of my youth however did not come with the after life of immediate joy.

No I realized that I was no longer a child when life got harder, I had to become smarter and I was distracted by the boys.

I grew up when I explored my thoughts, realized responsibilities  and when my mind I did employ.

When I began to overthink is the time that I transitioned into an adult.

It’s a blessing and a curse for myself I do insult.

 

 

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