A Child's Simplicity -- freewrite.

Have you ever wondered when the EXACT moment is things begin to become complex in a child's mind? I thought of this after one of the many disagreements between my family and I. I decided to write about it. Here is some poetry for u guys. From me to you.

It's like...

Dodging stampeding willows

Like fighting for lost words

But you're tired of the quarreling

So you stand still

The world circulating around you

Yet nowhere for you to "jump in"

Like hop scotch and jump rope

Rewind to the times the mind's

Existence was innocence

When soft, maternal kisses

Soothed your tears...

And they'd disappear

For she was your first teacher

But now you're dodging stampeding willows

Dreading every single thought of how

Each word will feel

You've experienced this many

Times to have knowledge

That hurt-less and harmless

Words do hurt

Yet, you still fight for words

Knowing words never loved you

Like mother could

But you fight for words when

You felt mother didn't love you

When does a child's life become so complex?

Realistically, I could never dodge willows

Just give me back simplicity.