I see other kids laughing.
What is it that they find so thrilling?
Little red wagons, lollipops and merry-go-rounds?
Playing freeze tag and little solders of war,
Hopscotch and reading Little Bo Peep.
Where was I when such sweet imagination was around?
Was it on limited supply? Was it only for the selected and the privie?
Eyes full of life instead of desperation.
Hearts full of hope instead of heavy burdens.
Imaginations full of wonder instead of reality.
Turning seven instead of turning thirty when my body was still barely forming.
Where were you to protect me?
No need. I actually am thirty now.
I have the will of an iron fist and the might of an angry lion.
My heart is strong as a metal statue.
No need. I’m here now.