When I was young, I eagerly awaited adulthood
And an intoxicating, drunken passion
A first kiss under the blazing sun,
By the side of an ice cream truck
In mini shorts and a cropped blouse,
Showing my feminine physique.
I could not wait to wear makeup,
To finally mimic my mother and become the lady in front of the vanity,
With lipstick and delicate porcelain skin
As an iridescent pearl necklace curled around my neck
I longed for the liberties that followed adulthood,
Like the ability to wander and go anyplace,
in a vehicle that I could call my own
Adulthood is a splendid morsel of delight,
Like an indulgent chocolate truffle holding a caramel filling of newness and amusement,
Coating the roof of the mouth with a delicate and buttery sense of liberation
An explosion of excitement
However, what one does not realize is that the truffle hides the many troubles of growing up
Like the depression one faces from a broken heart,
Or the insecurities that arise from a critical self,
Or the loneliness that comes from the constant wander.
If I could become my younger self, the one who awaited a coming of age,
I would tell myself to enjoy my adrenaline-filled games of tag,
Or my endless bouts of laughter with friends,
Or the creative games I had with dolls,
And all other forms of childlike fun and wonder.
I would tell myself to cherish those carefree moments,
As that is what they are now
Faded moments in time, now vague memories in a worried mind
And I would tell myself to engage in the present,
As the future comes soon enough.
