Cycles
Every adult was once just a child
It wasn’t too long ago I danced
Feet diving through the petrichor of rain
Smiles holding on to my face as I sat eyes closed on my childhood rollercoaster at ease and unashamed
It wasn’t too long ago I cried
My biggest desires were a bike
A drawing pad
And some video game I never got to have
It wasn’t that long ago when comfort
was my mother’s arms in a different language
When doubt to me was just a myth
And church to me was primary school assemblies
I’ve always had questions laying at the tip of my tongue
Unasked
Unanswered
Like what do babies think about?
I’ve always worn my words like arrows in medieval quivers
Laidback
But danger ready
Like arrows in medieval quivers
When I turned 24
I buried my questions
I looked into my cousin’s eyes
He looked back with a question
Unasked
Unanswered
He smiled
Very unaware
He knows not that I used to be him
And I know now that he knows not any fear.
