Pavilions
2020 | 13 years old
A poem where I imagine how it would feel to go back to my old hometown of Windsor, England, and walk through its streets. it hurts to see my family growing old
i’m still a kid and i can’t fit that mold
each memory feels a million years away
yet at the same time like yesterday
i’m so close to the second stage
but i feel like the first one is hardly over
so much i was hoping to accomplish by the turning of the page
but those dreams slowly died and i ended up mediocre
i don’t feel like starting over again
starting a new chapter
i’m holding on to these old things by the edge and i won’t let go
everyday i feel them slipping away like time’s turning faster
what will occur if i allow things to grow
i walk in this place thinking it would just fill me with joy
but it reminds me of this person that a different world destroyed
this place was once my home
now it lies empty
all the days spent here are flooding back to me
i don’t feel like starting over again
starting a new chapter
i’m holding on to these old things by the edge and i won’t let go
everyday i can feel them slipping away like times turning faster
what will occur if i allow myself to grow
in my world times stands still
while i watch everyone around me grow
i’m still her but she’s not me
everything is so fast yet always so slow
i don’t want you to slip away
but will you really go
will we all be okay
if we allow ourselves to grow
