What Are Those Sad Sweet Moments
that we are compelled to experience
without conscious choice or preparation?
That day I discovered I was capable was
one:
stained sheets to be quickly hidden, and
raw
exhilaration warring with a deep regret
to find a preoccupation so engrossing
I no longer could attend to toys and
games.
Reluctantly I gave them up to focus on
myself,
Until another shift ushered in uncertain
voice,
rough cheeks, and marred complexion.
I became reclusive, sullen, mute, and
solitary, uncertain in every way,
where every step might court disaster,
every movement, embarrassment,
every moment, some unrequited love.
