As a small child
For that stolen chocolate I used to cry,
Untill I was promised for more, I knew no lie.
I waited by the window pane,
To float paper boats & play in the rain.
Pain for me described wounded knees ,
Happiness lied within Humpty Dumpty’s sneeze.
My heart never wore off and felt too bare ,
To love was my strength & to hate, a dare.
Growing up was standing five feet tall ,
Until I picked myself after every fall.
The knot of joy was thick tied and strong ,
Until I had to keep holding on.
How many of you have felt this way?