Years from now
when wrinkles
decorate my skin
like henna
when my bones rattle
mimicking a bag of coins
when my hair is no longer
full and thick
but these wisps of moon
I will shake my head
a wistful smile tugging
at the corner of my lips
taking a walk
down the streets of memories
I will wonder at younger me
who though she knew so much,
who knew she was confused,
who needed rules–if only to break them
I will wonder at the girl I once was
and think, “If only she knew what I know now,”
and be so thankful that she didn’t.
2018
Regular
Contemporary
2023
Childhood & Coming of Age
Imagery
visually descriptive or figurative language, especially in a literary work
Simile
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