Being Five Again

When I look at the world around me, and I see all the hate that people harbor in their hearts, I'll turn and see the innocence of children playing outside. This is for them.

I find it amazing

how a child of five

will chase down a zooming bike

without a single twitch of hesitation

How they can sail vast oceans

or fly to the moon

In the same small box

of flimsy, brown cardboard

How they scream and cry, 

cursing the skies

Until they hug you and tell you

they love you again

And when I think of my string of red-eyed, sleepless nights

or the pyre of hate burning in my ears

I see an iridescent bubble

floating gently in the wind

And wonder...

why we can't all be five again

Author's Note

Thank you so much for stopping by and reading my poem. I really do appreciate it! Have a great day!
<3 Elisa