‘I wish I had never let go.’

Of the creativity,

The wonder,

The joys of childhood.

I wish I had never let go,

Of the imagination

Of building forts

And pretending the floor is lava.

Time stole it all

With each passing year.

A little creativity,

A little wonder,

A little imagination

Snuffed out.

Replaced with the “joys” of adulthood.

Ha!

What a laugh.

I wish I had never leg go.

Because now

It’s hard to get back.