The Tragedies of Growing Up

December 12, 2016
By Catniss SILVER, Jakarta, Other
Catniss SILVER, Jakarta, Other
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In the mirror…

We no longer see ourselves with our own eyes
but through the mind of someone else's
Using powder to
Cover up our red spots of shame
Constantly worrying about...
What would he think?

Going out…
The familiar aroma of the ice cream store
Takes your mind back to the time you were both young children
In a world of your own, you were laughing over your chocolate double scoop sundaes
with sprinkles and a cherry on top
Back then being 'just friends' was ok
It was no crime to share countless moments of cone crunching
and then ending up with the sweetness dribbling down your chin and staining your clothes with unforgettable memories

That flashback is a blur
When you see him now
With a different perspective
The only thing on the table
is a cup of iced coffee
With two straws
And he already paid

He leans forward...
Wanting you more than anything
But you're just not ready
So he won't accept you
Slamming the door leaves a screeching sound in your ears
and an aching pain in your heart

Taking a sip of the drink
You realize that
In the tragedies of growing up
Life is no longer a box of chocolates
It is just like the ice coffee
Icy
And…
Bitter


The author's comments:

This topic really interests me, so I decided to write this quick poem!

Hope you like it! 


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Catniss SILVER said...
on Feb. 21 2017 at 7:16 am
Catniss SILVER, Jakarta, Other
7 articles 0 photos 16 comments
Thanks! I'm glad you liked it.

on Feb. 18 2017 at 6:01 pm
MariaRAllen GOLD, Oshkosh, Wisconsin
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Favorite Quote:
"Faith is the assured expectation of what is hoped for, the evident demonstration of Realities that are not seen." ~Hebrews 11:1

I really like your poem, it's so true in many aspects of life.


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