Saturday, 21 December 2013

Grow Up ~ Poetry

Grow Up

The room I enter forgotten and empty
Old crumpled books lie on the floor like leaves
The once grand table, once so furnished and polished
Now little more than termite food
The shelves like soldiers awaiting orders
Orders from a captain that has long been dead
A small light shines through a hole in the ceiling
A hole lined with the jagged teeth of old crossbeams
As this sunlight falls like golden water
It falls upon a small alcove where once a child sat
In this alcove there grows, resolute and determined
A small flower, its roots thrusting deep down,
Its leaves opening for a warm embrace
This flower that has grown from small seed
That a child once placed there
In a time, not so long ago, that is now so far away
I am a statue now, cold and barren
No longer the child with the warm heart who could plant,
A seed.

Date: N/A
Author: MrKijani (True Name Withheld)

When I wrote this poem I was sitting in my room, I have a very messy room (even after cleaning it partially), I remember looking around and seeing a pile of books with some dust on top of them. I got the image of an old abandoned building, with a few old books strewn about, decayed, broken, left to die. I turned this building into a grand library; I imagined it filled with people, and glorious tables to read at, with comfy chairs and thousands of books. I picture it going bankrupt, closing down and the books that weren't accepted by donation got left there. I imagined a small girl, crawling through a boarded up window, finding the books and reading them. But the furniture was gone, so she found a small area in the wall, one where a statue had once stood perhaps, and she crawled in there and that’s where she read the books. Well one day she had to leave that town and her library. So in parting memory she planted a seed in a mound of dirt she’d brought in. Too young and innocent to know better. Everyone grows older; it’s a natural flow of time. But I think that some of us lose touch with the person we were as kids. Kids are innocent, forgiving and above all, they are generous. As we grow older these attributes lessen, grow harder, and lose their meaning. A “statue now, cold and barren”.

I think that all of my poems are based off of emotions I feel. As a result some have an angry tone, others are full of warmth. But this one is not really an emotion; it’s more a sense of loss. That feeling that as grow older and “mature” we lose the part of ourselves that is the nicest and purest thing. Sure you can’t have a political debate about Canada’s government and the Conservative scandal with a 6 year old, but you can talk with a child and you feel almost freer. I talked with a kid about his dentist one day; he was so enthusiastic about it. Even the painful parts he described in a bubbly bright voice. How can something so innocent and pure “grow up”? Do we really grow up, or are humans just bred to believe that when we see everything in a cold harsh light we've matured? Sure some of us have world changing ideas that would have been impossible to have as a kid, but we lose something on that road of maturity.

So I’d like it, if you've taken the time to listen to my ramblings, if you could post a discussion you've had with someone recently that was bright and carefree. Nothing deep or debatable, just a light discussion that made you think positive things.


1 comment:

  1. I have a story to share.
    I was at the mall with my grandmother, and this little kid came up to me. He looked about 6. He spoke in a very broken way for a kid who was at least 6 years old, and seemed REALLY excited to meet me.
    My grandmother loves kids, so she struck up a conversation with him, and it became clear to me really fast that this kid was probably diagnosed with some kind of "problem".
    The boy's parents came over with his sister(who was about half a year younger) and apologized a ton. By this point, the boy had already pretty much declared me his friend and refused to let go of my hand.
    So we ended up sitting on the bench together and chatting with his parents, who i noticed were acting slightly embaressed and their son's behavior. (He was now hugging me)
    I played with him and his sister for a bit and caught my grandmother and his parents in hushed conversation about his disability.
    But to be honest, he seemed pretty normal. Just very hyper, a little mumble-y, and VERY fond of hugs.
    So when it was time to go, I said goodbye to them and gave both the kids a hug. And he jumped up and kissed me right on the mouth. And I could tell by the way he was grinning and waving that this was just how he said goodbye.
    Now his parents were REALLY embaressed, but they tried not to show it and waved and walked away.
    And the siblings glanced back and waved one more time.
    So this got me thinking..
    They were really awesome and sweet, and all they really wanted to do was tell me about their favorite video games and stuff. So through the whole day, all I could think of was that a lot of the time, kids with disabilities or other things are often kind of pitied. But I think they actually tend to have a better outlook on life than we do.
    And there's nothing "wrong" with them. :)