The Pain of Adolescence

Too much time has passed to save her.

All that’s left is a hollow

Right here in my chest.

I miss her – the fun we used to have –

The realness & fullness between us –

Ripe, like summer fruit.

The juice drips as I take a bite

And taste the flavor – remembering her.

All that’s left is an image of a scared

Girl in a box, trapped – cowering down as

The walls move inward to flatten her

New world. I can’t reach her, try as I might

To lift her out – to tell her (convince her) none

Of it matters – it’s not real.  But I can’t get

To her. The walls are too thick – she

Can’t hear me above her own pain.

Fifteen years is a long time to wait to wake up.

The scariest part is I think she may

Still be asleep, not realizing she’s not a

Scared kid anymore &

The four walls of high school are

Never coming back.

2 thoughts on “The Pain of Adolescence

  1. Patrick May 6, 2015 / 1:56 pm

    Very interesting, and one of my favorites, but I have to keep a tab of kittens open when I read these.

    Like

  2. helenatoto May 17, 2015 / 1:49 pm

    Sometimes pain (or sorrow) is the only catalyst for change. At least that’s the case for some of my characters. I’m glad you liked it.

    Like

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