How I wish

Short poem about innocence.

Oh how I wish you still spoke in your own poetry
That your thoughts still came too quickly for your words

How I wish you were still your own
That your laughter still rang with the clarity of innocence
and the melody of a sonata
Rather than the complexity of its lyrics
That gravity itself couldn't contain the joy in your skip

Oh how I wish you hadn't unraveled into a canvas for them to paint on
To splatter you with colors undeserving of your frame

How I wish you hadn't softened into a pile of clay for them to sculpt on
To cut apart and mash together with those dirty hands of theirs

How I wish you weren't one of us now
Just another one of us
Who walk one foot in front of the other
Who laugh in syllables and sentences
Who are bound by the limits that you once defied

Author's Note

Not sure if it's done yet. Tell me what you think!

Reviews

[Alex Davis]

the reader can take this and run a couple different directions and I really like that! you leave it open for the injecture of personal experience. I love the lament of the piece though. The innosence lost with knowledge as we bite the apple. Bravo!

p.s. A work is never finished until we stop expeiencing and learning in life :)

[coffeelover]

Thank you!

[Broken Wings]

This is really beautiful... It hit a chord with me today. All I can say is wow, its both beautiful and bittersweet, but so honest and raw. Thanks :)

[coffeelover]

Thanks so much! I'm glad you liked it.