Big Kid Now

Childhood.

A concept where everyone hopes,

Wishes, and dreams

Will last a lifetime.

 

There is much stigma on both sides,

Growing up and staying young.

Losing touch with the young,

Being too childish for the old.

 

In a specific point of my life,

The imaginary line that holds itself

Between childhood and adulthood

Is as clear as a midsummer sky.

 

“No, don’t do that!”

Quickly turned into silence.

Silence that said many words.

Words that meant nobody cared what I did.

 

“How do I do this?”

Suddenly disappeared into thin air.

I found nobody to turn to.

It was up to me to figure out.

 

My parents became limited.

Work kept them away,

Leaving me to fend for myself.

Alone.

 

When the fall of senior year came,

It was the clearest day of them all.

College applications and decisions

To do all by my lonesome.

 

Throughout the journey,

My parents remained absent,

While I struggled

With the decision of my future.

 

I chose everything by myself,

All my plans and paths.

Where I will go,

How I will live.

 

It was in that experience,

Where I learned

That growing up happens

Whether we like it or not.

 

However, I have hope.

Hope that I will always

Hold onto my childhood

No matter how much I grow up.

 

This poem is about: 
Me
My family

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