The Feeling

 

 

The bright days started to fade.

The blue sky turned to dark.

The happy family broke to pieces.

The endless playtime turned to long working nights.

The careless moments into forever acts of leadership and responsibility.

The day I grew up I put up a fight,

I didn’t want to end the childhood that I knew and loved.

I didn’t want to end this chapter of my life.

I knew I was becoming an adult when my dad left,

And I had to help my mother.

I went from playing on the playground to doing laundry.

From taking walks to get ice cream

To making dinner.

My role in my family went from playful kid,

To responsible adult.

My friends didn’t have responsibilities or budget constraints.

That’s what made me realize that I was growing up faster than my peers.

I wanted to do what all the other children were doing.

I felt different compared to all the other kids.

The only evil and heartbreak a kid should know about is chores.

They should know evil as dishes or laundry,

Not their family or obstacles they have faced.

But then I realized the world is changing all around me.

The world of sunshine, rainbows, and happiness.

Faded into the dark, evil core.

 That we call chores.

Butterflies and gumdrops.

Switched to dark, loud creatures of the night.

Short summer days to everlasting sorrowful nights.

The feeling of loss and discomfort.

The feeling of growing up.

 

By: Venezia Latour

 

 

This poem is about: 
Me
My family
Our world

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