Monday, April 22, 2002

Reminiscing for escape

I guess traumatizing events can screw with a teenagers head.
***

I remember how
I used to be.
When life was
Such a great mystery.

I was a child,
Back then.
& I'd do anything
To be the same again.

You could see it
In my eyes,
So innocent &
Never told lies.

That curious look
Never left my face.
Which reflected
Much purity & grace.

I used to be
Fragile & delicate,
In need of someone
Ever so affectionate.

Back then, I
Was only eight
& never anxious
About my fate.

With a feverish
imagination,
Living to no one's
expectation.

Yet, at some point
Everything changed.
Suddenly I found
myself just caged.

Someone stole
My smile away
& I never got it
back till today.

It's gone just
Like the rest:
The things that were
The very best.

Now a butterfly,
Dying for liberty.
Trying to escape
My doomed destiny.

Don't want to be
Imprisoned anymore
      Set me free
           Let me be
                  as before.