Beach Bum

I've been having a little bit of writer's block recently and haven't really liked anything that flows out of my fingers. I'm still not quite happy with this but I need to push through this rut.

What it’s like to be 12 at 19

Is what it’s like to be 12 at 32

And old age can’t be feared

Not when there’s living to do

They say it’s slipping through my fingers

Like sand, salty and dry

But I’m standing on the beech

And I’m picking up another handful

Though sand castles bore me and I don’t know what to do with it

So I just let it sift through the gaps in my fingers

Listening to it sigh as it slides across itself

And it makes my cheeks flush

Like I’m still 12 years old

(Or is it more like 10 now?)

We’re all so eager for growing pains

To throw our hearts at the closest stranger and cling

To them like the drowned

Because you can’t learn to swim if you haven’t drowned

You can’t live untill you’ve lived already

Untill you’ve gotten the messy things out of the way

Those damn firsts

I wish I could just skip to the seconds

Which, ironically, would include skipping seconds

But an experience is an experience is an experience

And you can’t be “experienced” without one.

And you can’t join the club without one.

So I guess all I can do is stand on this beach

And wait for the tide to come in. 

Reviews

[TJ]

It's like a whole life is packed into this. I picture someone looking over their life. Not necessarily regretting life but with some regrets, maybe of some decisions made in their youth. I don't know that's what I got from it anyway :) good work

[realmwriter]

Beautiful, and Ive been homeless sleeping on the beach. Love it, and am so sharing it. Thank you for an amazing, fun to read write!