a dreaming child 20.12.2022

When I was younger
Happiness is a safe and happy house
No leaks of rain from the ceiling
No leaks of tears by the window.

Back then my dream was the size of a family
Warm laughters from the children
Quiet smiles from two lovers
A garden of dancing flowers.

But now, my time in this world decreases
What really was the weight of the family I saw?
Love growth,
Teamwork,
Stiff shoulders, pained backs,
Racks on racks,
For the heavy, "Etc." becomes a poor ruler.
Happiness is a Sisyphean boulder,
Happier is a sorrow-trigger.

A chuckle, though more like a snort,
The story:
My roots are ungrounded. And yet,
A slow wild flower, I still am.
I still believe
One day, my trunk can compare to Hades' height
One day, I'll be the child that weighs like an adult's dream.