If I had grown up
“Some day you will be old enough to start reading fairy tales again.”
― C.S. Lewis
Tortured hollows, twisted, coloured and soaked –
Of fragrant laughing reveries, they speak,
Watching as ancestors’ advice is mocked,
And radiant long paths ahead seem bleak.
If I had grown up, certainly of this
Pure, barefaced joy — I would have no inkling
Wandering in societal norms’ abyss
Predestined to watch hopeful souls wrinkling.
Remorseless time must I hold in hard ice
To linger behind captive in this world
Where hearts’ choices — deep and true have no price
And remain young in memories unfurled.
Truly, if I had grown up, and age gained
My young heart of feathers must I have chained.
“When we are children we seldom think of the future. This innocence leaves us free to enjoy ourselves as few adults can. The day we fret about the future is the day we leave our childhood behind.”
― Patrick Rothfuss, The Name of the Wind
Thoughtfully yours,
D
Originally published at https://myrandomspecificthoughts.wordpress.com/2022/10/16/w3-6/
