Growing Young

As a small child
With eyes holding glee,
Troubles were mild
And much love came to me.

As a small child
With imagination on my side,
Life seemed so wild,
Freedom only to abide.

Freedom only to abide…
And now do we run
And hide.

Run do we
From the magic we once held.
No longer seen,
No longer felt.

Hide do we,
From the judgments of others.
Falling a wee,
Into cynicism, like others.

As a small child,
The world felt so alive.
But as an older child,
I know, the world can still be mine.

-Stephanie Tomicich-