Sixteen Poem, by Skye Bellasario, at My poetic side

At 10 months old,

I scrambled onto my feet

And discovered how to wander

Inside four walls.

At four years old,

I cartwheeled on the grass

And wondered if

It was greener somewhere else.

At six years old,

I lay,

Staring up at the perpetual sky

And asked where it ended.

At eight years old,

I began to hoist myself up

To the top climbing bar

And touch the sky.

At ten years old,

I prayed to be a bird

And to fly

Wherever the wind blew.

At twelve years old,

I bounced on the trampoline

Wishing it could catapult

Me to the planes circling above.

At fourteen years old,

I would debate in my mind

Whether to never get off the train

And see where life took me.

At sixteen years old,

I now know

My spirit needs to roam

And will never be content in one place.

drabbler July 22nd, 2018 13:20
This is gorgeous. I love the wandering mindset of it. Beautiful!
- skyebellasarioJuly 23rd, 2018 16:26
  Thank you so much!
dusk arising July 22nd, 2018 14:08
LOL at your last line. Never say never. I like this, enjoyed reading it. So, guessing you are older, why stop at 16? (i'm only teasing).
- skyebellasarioJuly 23rd, 2018 16:27
  Haha thank you!
dusk arising July 22nd, 2018 14:58
LOL at your last line. Never say never. I like this, enjoyed reading it. So, guessing you are older, why stop at 16? (i'm only teasing).

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