No Longer A Kid
I realized I was no longer a kid,
When I left the sea
The sand leaving scratched memories,
Of who I used to be.
I realized I was no longer a kid,
When I left my bike in the street,
The scars healed on my skinned knees,
Chalk dust faded on the concrete.
I realized I was no longer a kid,
When the boogeyman wasn’t the real monster anymore,
The day I realized the demons were friendly faces,
Not dark shadows outside my door.
I realized I was no longer a kid,
When the expectations became too immense,
“Do good in this, exceed at that,”
My shoulders are getting tense.
I realized I was no longer a kid,
When I found myself wanting to be free,
To spread my failing wings,
My childhood, please, come back to me.
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