Of a child-like faith,
That's what He said.
Of a child-like mind
Needed to be clothed and fed.
Well, I once was a child
Even now I still should be,
But I desired maturity and adulthood
So I could be more like thee.
I wanted freedom and joy,
Independency and wisdom.
Wanting to be on my own,
Begging the day I leave to come.
No slower could it happen.
My opinions and choices have caught up with me.
I consistently differ with my elders,
I desire them to leave me be!
But with elders and argument
There always comes punishment.
Now they can't wait for me to leave too.
Oh, what maturity's misfortune will do!
Hmmm. I admire your candid
Hmmm. I admire your candid expression. I also think many religious unbringings (all religions, not any one in particular) have a way of doing a number on kids for the sole purpose of controlling them. I wish you growth and peace....as it seems that is where you are headed. ;-)
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...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "
I like this poem. I don't
I like this poem. I don't know exactly what grade you wrote this in, but I'm still in high school, and I'm constantly fighting with my mother. I seriously can't wait to leave. So, based off your note, I'm expecting that this feeling will just grow by the time I graduate?