You’ve been talking a lot with your fists lately
12 years old -approach this world peacefully
readily and steadily you warrant,
and deserve your mothers soft touch
The touch of an angel or the touch of a
Deer in the headlights as your words become the
Screeeeeeech and crash of the car
This is a phase
Regret none of it, not one
of the wasted days you wanted to know nothing,
when the lights from the carnival rides
were the only stars you believed in, loving them
for their uselessness, not wanting to be saved.
You are 14
Speak with the flowers and powers you were born with
The connection, the love, the deep rooted tie
The pride for her daughter who understands
Understands that sometimes mums and dads
Cannot remain together
That the twinkling fairy lights that tie us
Transmute, mutate, or better- renovate into rope
That burns and brawls
But that’s ok
16 and soon you will understand
The anatomy of a family
The fluttering fleeting wings often quit
Do not chase, or race for anything
Stay resilient ashore
For now, you are 19
The world shimmers in front of your eyeballs
You no longer worry about the rooms with
Desk grids stood heroic and fearless like soldiers
You are brave with that voice, that smile
That tries to make everyone else’s world brighter
I shall tell you
You are doing it right
If scraps of your life fall at your feet
Do not pick them up
Roots of reasoning for everything
It’s ok to feel any emotion at all
Do not regret the nights you called god names and cursed
Those who love you the most,
sunk like a dog in the living room couch,
chewing your nails and crushed by loneliness.
You were meant to inhale those smoky nights
Those are over now.
over a bottle of flat beer, to sweep stuck McDonalds chips.
Your Mother asked too many questions
Had too much wisdom and maturity for everyone else
Your Dad’s voice spoke loudly but said nothing
And ran too fast to be able to keep up
He was always running.
Why do you try so hard to be perfect?
You need to go out more.
Drink a little
Throw caution to the wind…
at least more than you do.
You love a lot and can’t choose.
You say ‘yes’ to a lot of things.
It’s ok if people don’t understand your mind.
It’s not there to be understood by anyone anyway
Don’t build the big dream house.
It’s too much work,
Sapping your creativity.
Find some place small and quaint,
tucked away in the woods.
Make life as simple as possible.
Pare it all down to the basics.
You’ve traveled this far on the back of every mistake and every achievement,
ridden in dark-eyed and morose but calm as a house
Emptied of expectation.
Relax. Don’t bother remembering anything for now.
Let’s stop here,
under the lit sign on the corner,
and watch all the people walk by.
Student Journalist, Creative Writer, Poet, Traveller, Eco Warrior