Playgrounds

I’ve never been much for poetry. I’ve never really had the skill that my best friend has with it, but I thought since it has always helped her maybe under circumstances I should try… So here we go:

Playgrounds

Childhood games are meant for playgrounds.
The jacks, hopscotch, and jump ropes are distractions from the real world.
A world of harsh realities,
Of people, places, and things you will never reach.
A world where love is just a word.
Instead of a feeling that is as simple as a sigh,
As it once was in the world of playgrounds .
Where life is hopeful and uncomplicated,
Graceful and pure.
What happened to my world of playgrounds?
When did hiding behind masks cover up the falseness?
Creating a world in your mind of an untrue reality.
When did the purity turn to filth?
Where did I misplace the grace I used to see?
When did hope become complicated?
When did punishment become a weapon?
Making tests of what people think you deserve.
I miss my world of playgrounds, but I guess the childish games never leave.



Oh well… I tried. I don't know if I'll do this again?

PS: Happy Day to Jordan today. It has been 2 years and 9 months since that first day. It makes me smile.