It is not something that you’d ever dreamt of attaining,
when your life was an oil-pastel painting, with a few crayons
and sky-scraping dreams carelessly scattered, strangely watched over by
the chaotic combination of R. L. Stein and Enid Blyton. No, even
when the rush of hormones caused a vivid, painful alteration to the harlequin scenery and
to those scattered jigsaw pieces, you did not want to grow up.
It did not slap you in the face- the stinging pain lasted longer than that. Instead,
it devoured your being, your soul, and parts of you that had no identity- its presence
an epidemic creeping into your flesh, celebrating the grand descent
in every scandalous step. No, adulthood did not arrive with the blood between your thighs
or the prickly hair along your jaw. You knew it was here- when you saw a monster on the other side
of the mocking glass, the same wraith who had once lived under your bed.
You knew it was here, when you became the poetry that your mother read to you
before sleep, poetry you wrote on your dark, dilapidated days-the words tasting
sweet-sour-bitter in your poisonous tongue- or, when you cursed the sun
for smearing your face, ruthlessly divulging your vulnerably bare limbs
and that kaleidoscopic identity, or when you lose yourself in an attempt to find yourself
in an illicit affair with darkness, stranded in a strange, masked city.
In the hungry waters that failed to wash away the sins of your god- no, there was a pair,
when you swallow the pungency of filth in joy, or joy in filth, or both, and
your love for this new sin reflects in the precarious surface,
adulthood smiles an affordable smile, while those crayons paint monochrome
and you embrace earthly dreams and lonely pillows, smiling, then dreading-
you are not the only one.
[Published in Moledro Magazine (Issue 4)]
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GOOD IDEA. GREAT TALENTS SHOULD ALWAYS BE SUPPORTED, GOD BLESS YOU.
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Amusing and very true!
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Wow that’s amazing, wishing I could write like that
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This is amazing!
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“Adulthood smiles an affordable smile.” Omg, wow amazing. This really spoke to me. Good work 👍
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Hmmm!! Being a human being trying to navigate into adulthood can be rather challenging, because you have to take that leap of faith to realize, that not that 18 year boy or girl anymore, I’m become a man or women that is trying to figure what I want in life as an adult and what purpose to fulfilling and setting my goals that meet a certain standard that puts me on a map to obtain success.
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Hi Hena. I just entered adulthood recently and your poem couldn’t have spoken more to me. It was written beautifully! Thank you 🙂
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I absolutely love this.
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