Sweet Child

We often chose to block out the dark, scary stuff in life. Just imagine what a difference we could make if we chose to embrace and fix.

Sweet Child;

How innocent you look.

Tose pure blue eyes,

Make the sea drown in jealousy,

The stars bellow in envy,

The sun rage with resent.

Sweet Child,

The world bounces off your shoulders as your frolic through the fields.

Worries are non existing,

Sad is not a word,

Only light,

And pure joy.

Sweet child,

How nieve must you be!

Don’t you know this world isn't meant for kids who can’t see,

You are all alone,

Nobody could care less,

You will not make it on joy, it's the darkness you must see

Sweet Child,

Take a look around.

The trees are not like your drawings

The flowers do not dance in glee

Take a look as the clouds you once admired, slowly fade away

Are you now starting to see?

Take a look around Sweet Child,

Do you see the clouds of cotton candy,

Or do you see the kids who don't have meals to eat?

Do you see the fields of vibrant grasses and wonderous flowers,

Or do you see the veterans who don't have a place to sleep?

Sweet Child, how lucky you have been.

Author's Note

Hello! I'm not quite sure how I feel about this one yet, definitely one of my darker pieces. As always, all comments are welcome and I hope you enjoy! :)

Reviews

[R.E. Ray]

This is a well-written poem, especially for a young writer. Frankly, it's much better than most poems on Writers Cafe. As I read this piece, I was reminded of a paragraph in Emerson's essay, Self-Reliance.

"A boy is in the parlour what the pit is in the playhouse; independent, irresponsible, looking out from his corner on such people and facts as pass by, he tries and sentences them on their merits, in the swift, summary way of boys, as good, bad, interesting, silly, eloquent, troublesome. He cumbers himself never about consequences, about interests: he gives an independent, genuine verdict. You must court him: he does not court you."

I added these sentences to show the validity of your reflections in this poem. As youth, we tend to see things in bright, romantic light (not aware of the so-called "real" world). As children we expect, if not demand, others (adults) conform to us. Sadly, we substitute that optimism and independence for skepticism and conformity as we age (and align to society's expectations). What I read in your poem is a young person struggling with letting go of her/his romantic views of the world. It's a common struggle, packed with anxiety and self-doubt. Yet, it's part of life, and you captured that well here. Well done! Keep writing.

[Dinesh Kumar]

nice poem i really enjoyed reading it

[lessa (kenzie)]

This is so wonderful, I enjoyed this, it's beautiful