I was sixteen and riding on the transit.
While looking about the old city.
Wanting more and hoping for it.
Telling myself that when I grew up I'd do better.
I'd have money.
I didn't have much as a child.
I'd do things.
I'd just been turned down by my parents
to go to ski school with my friends.
to go to ski school with my friends.
As life went on, I still wanted.
I'd get that notebook out on those late Winter nights.
Write my thoughts.
Look at them the next day.
Life and exams got in the way.
Ok, a boy or two did too.
I even showed them what I did.
They didn't seem impressed.
When I saw the writing promt
from Willow, I was scared.
I don't write much.
I am now an old soul.
That young girl is
hidden within my wrinkles.
My memories are shiny and worn within.
Like the old urn on the mantel.
Like the old urn on the mantel.
That young girl is still on the bus.
Dreaming within her words.
And, so just for today
She writes ...
12 comments:
Our young inner selves still have dreams, most unfulfilled...I'm glad you are writing now!
...and the little girl within all those wrinkles came out into the light!Beautiful writing!(^.^)
I think this is a great post - it makes me think about being a kid, and writing any silly story I thought up. I wish I had kept that up.
Love the line - 'that young girl is still on the bus'
We all have our childhood dreams, a few are lucky to make them a reality when they grow-up. You are one of the lucky ones who have made their dreams come true. Good for you.
even shiny and worn memories are good ones...nice...
That was absolutely beautiful and I think a piece of all of us can relate to that! Thanks you!
The Mom (Shannon)
I hope its not "just for today" That's lovely.
Beautiful words.x
One of the most powerful things we can do is let our inner child catch up with who we are now. Keep writing, sister.
I hope it's not just for today! This was stunning. Thanks for sharing it!
So glad you are writing...your words are beautiful. We all need to find the hidden child within. xoxoxo
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