Youth, to me, was a heavy shadow
before I knew what lurked in heavy shadows.
Not to say that there was darkness in my childhood,
but that I couldn't see clearly for all the veiled truths around me.
My purest memories are of plush blankets,
and warm food,
And enjoying those things
before I ever understood what 'luxury' or 'privilege' meant.
Youth
Brought me guilt
And guilt
Ended my youth
I was often told
That I was an old soul,
Mature for my age,
Or wise beyond my years.
But what good is wisdom,
When it brings no profit to the wise?
Mar 18, 2014
Mar 18, 2014 at 6:29 AM UTC
Youth, to me, was a heavy shadow
before I knew what lurked in heavy shadows.
Not to say that there was darkness in my childhood,
but that I couldn't see clearly for all the veiled truths around me.
My purest memories are of plush blankets,
and warm food,
And enjoying those things
before I ever understood what 'luxury' or 'privilege' meant.
Youth
Brought me guilt
And guilt
Ended my youth
I was often told
That I was an old soul,
Mature for my age,
Or wise beyond my years.
But what good is wisdom,
When it brings no profit to the wise?
early childhood
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