Big Kid Now
Childhood.
A concept where everyone hopes,
Wishes, and dreams
Will last a lifetime.
There is much stigma on both sides,
Growing up and staying young.
Losing touch with the young,
Being too childish for the old.
In a specific point of my life,
The imaginary line that holds itself
Between childhood and adulthood
Is as clear as a midsummer sky.
“No, don’t do that!”
Quickly turned into silence.
Silence that said many words.
Words that meant nobody cared what I did.
“How do I do this?”
Suddenly disappeared into thin air.
I found nobody to turn to.
It was up to me to figure out.
My parents became limited.
Work kept them away,
Leaving me to fend for myself.
Alone.
When the fall of senior year came,
It was the clearest day of them all.
College applications and decisions
To do all by my lonesome.
Throughout the journey,
My parents remained absent,
While I struggled
With the decision of my future.
I chose everything by myself,
All my plans and paths.
Where I will go,
How I will live.
It was in that experience,
Where I learned
That growing up happens
Whether we like it or not.
However, I have hope.
Hope that I will always
Hold onto my childhood
No matter how much I grow up.