There is a child beneath my callous, developed age. <br />I see with inexperienced eyes, and at times <br />I do believe my thoughts of former days. <br />I make choices with no discoveries. <br />I see with an open heart not yet scathed by hardships of simply living. <br />I protest my responsibilities to imitate what I have learned through the years. <br />I refuse to behave appropriately in mature situations. <br />I cannot mask that child in every beat of day and night. <br />I will not seek comfort in my advancement. <br />I relinquish the ability to choose wisely. <br />I have that child within me always. <br />I carry the burden of recalled experience. <br />It is as if situations are ongoing collisions of first time experiences <br />I have innate familiar pain. <br />It comes back to me. <br />The challenge of childhood… <br />Those thoughts of the first time… in good or bad situations …. <br />Those thoughts still lie within all my needy moments. <br />This child is who I believe to be… <br />…as the recollection of growth does not respond to my fear of living. <br />I taste my life in the past with no unfolding. <br />My child will always be inside me. <br />I will not let her go.<br /><br />Sarah Sisson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/adolescent-actions/
