That Moment
Was it when I was six
and I’d hear them screaming
down in their bedroom
when they thought I was sleeping,
was it when I was seven
and they told us
they were divorcing
followed by my dad
moving out of my childhood home,
was it when I was eight
the divorce was offical
so was the fact we were moving
six and a half hours away from my father,
was it when I was fourteen
and my friend was shot
by that one person
the one she believed loved her,
was it when I was fifteen
and him crawling towards me
as I laid asleep woke me up
all in the dead of night,
was it later that morning
when I was only fifteen
when his hands roamed my body
as he was suppose to wake me,
I’m unsure when that moment was
the moment when I realized
it was time to grow up,
that moment when it dawns on you
that you are no longer a child.