KIlling My Childhood..
A Poem
Some tin cans, squared plaques, poster colors
Disoriented brushes, hordes of tainted greetings card
Sparkles, glues, satin ribbons, barbie, mickey stickers........
Some sweet love letters sealed with heartaches
Old, tattered Alice in the wonderland, a few Archies comics
Titin adventures, archaic pencil boxes with extinct pens
Glitters, magnets, cellophanes, colored papers, chalks.......
A closet full of childhood reminiscence
Full of engaging memories, indelible nostalgia
I will have to get rid of those, definitely this time
I need space, more space to accommodate unfamiliarity.......
I have run out of coveted sizeable space
The mahogany closet is a monster
A monster, which has to be killed
My childhood memories have to be killed .......
My childhood has to be killed !!
21January 2008
Published by mimpi
Mimpi (Mou D) is freelance writer who writes to express her thoughts and views on this enriching journey of life. She is always looking forward to learn and share her insights while living life to the fullest. View profile
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15 Comments
Post a CommentThis is a very powerful piece .. I don't know how I missed reading it before!
Very deep and powerful poem!
Excelent work. Letting go is hard, but dragging all your worldy "sentimental stuff" through life is far more difficult. Life's so much easier when you travel lightly, for sure!
Excellent! You are so talented!
Bold and brave . . . you have clearly stated the hardest steps of growing up . . . "I need space, more space to accommodate unfamiliarity....."
Very powerful poetry. Great job!
Wonderful piece of poetry - reminds us of how unnoticingly and undiscernably we give way to many things at the cost of our childhood. Wish we could save it for eternity.
Wow, this is really personal.. Such solid poem Mou D!
This is very powerful and deep !...
Thank you all. smiles.....