Childhood Wood

This is about growing up in the woods near your house. It's a more sentimental piece of mine.

Our childhood wood is place we lived

It was our womb and we were it's babies

We played unknowingly

We laughed without memories

Drowned in ignorance

Our shield from life

Our shield from grief

We went through hard times

Thinking it was playtime

We cut ourselves on branches

And were poisoned by briers

We stumbled over roots

And became tangled in foliage

We discovered new paths

And desperately searched

For secret passageways

Finding a new place

To bask in the light 

Of underdevelopment

With our hair grown out- tangled and greasy

Our shirts lost under dirt

Our trousers ripped to shreds

Our bare feet leather sandals

Our faces overcooked tomatoes

And our fingernails brown to the bottom

Aged soil stuck under them

Concealing the memories for now

Tucking them away, useless

Because the only thing we had back then was

Now

Author's Note

This is for all you country folk out there who grew up in the woods! Enjoy!