It’s that moment,
when you realise that;
your father’s words-
didn’t make sense.
your mother’s worries-
had no weight.
it’s the fear.
that you are above them-
your past heroes,
or enemies
it’s the guilt.
that you start to correct them,
as if you were smarter.
as if you were older.
they punish you for it,
“you are only a child!”
the words ring in your brain,
and they seem to be true.
so this realisation.
this new light of dawn,
has to be covered away.
a silent acknowledgement,
of all growing children in the world.
Others may call this realisation, rebellion.