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.