when do we lose our imagination,
our curiosity and lust for life.
is it during the first heartbreak,
where our souls are left scattered in the remains of something beautifully haunting.
is it during the death of our loved ones,
holding hands, burning eyes, tight throats,
whispering our last hello and goodbye.
is it during the realization that our age comes finality,
generations before us falling to their knees,
back into the earth that bore our footsteps.
is it during the times that test our strength,
foreign words of sickness, a prognosis,
cancer burning in her chest, chased with poison to eradicate.
when do we lose everything,
our hearts built around familiarity, family,
the loving smiles and tears that brought us into this world.
i find it hard to sleep at night, as i toss and turn,
thoughts haunting the corridors of my mind -
wondering where i lost my imagination,
my curiosity and lust for life.