In the sighs
of shadowed faces
I see the
ghosts of happy children
That once
laughed softly and danced in the rain
Worn now by the
expectations of a civilised world
Talk softly
Don’t sing
while studying
Be polite
and courteous
Smile even
when you don’t feel like
And we have
created a generation of ghosts
Living out
of tombs in fear or forgetfulness
Being this
or that
Not needing
anymore to be told
But here
comes the soft hum of a once remembered note
While she
washes herself clean of the world
Maybe we
aren’t ghosts after all!
Just winter-worn
buds waiting for summer to bloom.
To quote Margaret Atwood, “Another belief of mine: that everyone else my age is an adult, whereas I am merely in disguise.”
ReplyDeleteThe pressures of being an adult really do get to us. I personally feel that every time I stifle my emotions under the carpet of composure, it aggravates it further. It was easier for me to let things go as a child. And it was far too easy to feel happy, and content with oneself.
"Living out of tombs in fear or forgetfulness" - This is my favourite line. And I especially like how you have ended this on a positive note. Well penned. :)
Thank you for writing. Though years apart, this it a fond memory.
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