They Came For Me One Day

I always knew that they would

I just didn’t think I’d be so young

One hour I was a child in the woods

Petting the soft petals of flowers

And singing to the blades of grass

Then I went back home and there they stood

Flawless faces

Perky breasts

Eyes sparkling softly like the cool evening tide

And who was I with my knees scraped

The flab on my calves shaking wildly like autumn leaves

There they were on my pillow

Smiling at me, showing me what I was not

On glossy magazine covers

And suddenly nothing seemed like enough

Not the tango of my favorite dancing trees

Or the wetness of the wind after it rains

Because they were them and I was not

And everything I loved suddenly wasn’t enough.

Reviews

[littlekinglord]

that was a very heartfelt read, I dd tbh cry a little, yeah I know a 17 year old teen boy crying is embarrassing
to me but I m upfront and honest when I say I understand this poem to my core. My mother used to wear my clothes and tell me I am fat, and she would also watch movies or tv shows with teens in them and say why can't you look like them you ugly mother f**ker. I became bulimic/ anorexic, but I grew to love myself for who I am. So thank you for this great poem.

[Tracie D'Angelo]

Oh wow! I love this. What an amazing way to write about growing up. It is very sad though, but we all have to go through this eventually. Nice work!

[Abdul Batin Osman Bey]

an interesting take on transition, I liked how it was set in that in between state, good write

[Kelsie Eileen Stark]

This is stunning. Every word was telling a story. Amazing imagery, and I liked the simple fantasy behind it.
Good job.

[Coyote Poetry]

A powerful poem. Life come at us too fast. We forget the simple things trying to reach for things that are impossible. I like the poem. I had to read a second time to grasp the purpose of the outstanding poem.
Coyote

[Kes]

Oooh, wow. I really like this!
I understand what you're trying to say. Kids grow up too fast. We don't know what we've got. There's a hint of a mention of the sexualisation of children in there too. It's sad. The poem is wonderful, but it makes me sad.
I wish it wasn't true.

[WhiteWillow]

This is a beautiful piece, bittersweet. Sometimes its hard to appreciate where you are in life, rather than long for what cannot be recaptured. Very well written!

[Casper]

This is really interesting. A very good write.

[BetanuZwei]

I love this - very powerful. The point where childhood is lost, painful and raw.

[SwEet PeA]

Hi ,

This is the Peter Pan story. Feeling further and further from that special connection of childhood play.... The freedom from facts and limiting belief's
New love....not thinking..
I start to believe you ,that the best of your life has become a frenzied search for the solid ground. The suppressed panic is there.
the path to it has been erased...
Awesome write!