The Revelation
I was young and scared of nothing,
nothing I couldn’t do before.
I could be a kangaroo jumping
or be a queen of lore.
My world of dreams was stunning,
this, I thought, for sure.
Sadly, my tale does not end there,
but it’s one I need to share.
At twelve a foe came one day,
taking my dreams away.
Realization revealed truths
of which I was blind to my youth.
Fear and pain, in fact, existed,
and I found the world more twisted.
When I was young I could be anything,
and the world before me sung.
I would close my eyes and sprout wings,
my naive mind so young.
Only as I began to comprehend,
my eyes were opened to the world at hand.
Reality replaced my far-off lands.
I had grown up; I could understand.
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