I miss the time when
soap was just soap
and not a reminder of the shower i took
before my parents
announced their divorce
i miss the time when
ice clinking against a metal cup
was just that
and not a trigger for tears
as my aunt who passed away
always carried a cup
with ice that drummed melodies
against its insulated walls
i miss the time when
friendship wasn't scary
before people became placeholders for my boundaries
as others had crossed them in the past
i miss the time when
pop was my favorite genre
when the teenage dream i heard about
in songs was still far away
and i wasn’t afraid
of never fulfilling that dream
as I enter my 20s
i miss the time when
i asked my parents what words mean
and my vocabulary wasn't advanced enough
to curse your name
in the most creative ways
…
how funny it is
that words fail to mean different things
until you live life inside the pages of a thesaurus,
seeking meaning
in the mess that surrounds you.
- Author: Aelise (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: August 4th, 2023 00:30
- Comment from author about the poem: I made an artistic choice to bolden words that typically have no association with each other. This was to largen the impact of the last stanza and how words change meaning as life trudges forward!
- Category: Reflection
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Comments1
powerful, playful, poetic
a wonderful read, thanks for sharing
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