• Moving Through Time

    I gaze upon my reflection in the mirror,

    And stare.

    The eyes of a fifteen year old girl stare at me,

    Longing for what was lost,

    Afraid of the future.

    The brown eyes gleam,

    They remember what once was,

    What may be,

    And what never was.

    The vision changes to that of a five year old girl,

    Innocent eyes staring, full of hope,

    Only living in the present time,

    Doing what she loves, ignoring what she hates.

    Childhood games, television shows, friends,

    All are precious to her.

    The vision of a ten year old girl comes next,

    Still looking towards the future,

    Grown out of some of the pleasures of a five year old,

    And loving some of the things she once hated.

    Some things she has moved on from, but she doesn’t care.

    All that matters is the present and future.

    The vision of a fifteen year old girl comes back.

    The brown eyes glimmering with sadness, anxiety,

    But a little bit of hope.

    Even then, that hope is overwhelmed with the sadness and anxiety.

    The fear of growing up,

    Not wanting to leave home,

    Wanting to hang out with friends forever,

    Stay a teenager forever.

    She wishes to be a child again,

    Never having a care of what was going on,

    Just doing what she loved.

    The things she enjoyed as a child,

    Have become little fragments.

    She can not remember the fine details she knew as a child.

    All have become little fragments, shattered.

    The things she wanted to do as a child,

    They haunt her too.

    The things she misses,

    Have become little crystals,

    Buried in the earth that is her soul.

    She wants to dig them out,

    But knows she can not.

    Thoughts begin to rush,

    The anxiety builds.

    Would the things she knew so well,

    Become little fragments?

    Would they be forgotten?

    Sadness builds,

    The girl is unwilling to give everything up.

    She does not want to forget this happiness,

    Does not want it to become a tiny blur in her memory.

    It is then that she decides that she must live every day,

    To its fullest,

    Taking every risk that she can possibly take.

    Adulthood comes quickly,

    So we must make our time last,

    Never giving anything up,

    And never forgetting.

    This conclusion echoes through my psyche.

    I break away from the vision I see in the mirror,

    And move away.

    Moving,

    Instead of being stuck at one point in time.

    Nothing can stay the way it is forever,

    So instead I will move,

    Move with my memories.

    Never forgetting,

    But never being stuck on the same memory,

    If I want to look back happily.

    These thoughts assure me,

    And I keep moving through time,

    Unafraid of the future once more.