Stop looking back
Stop illustrating your happy memories in
Start seeing the shadows
Paint in oil
Smear past tears onto your canvas.
The hours spent in your room
Becoming a better person
Hating to brush your hair
Become wicked cycles when you
Repeat the colors of your childhood and
Paint in the same shades.
Be a bridge between a broken cycle and
The legacy you pass down.
Reach for a new palette
Brushstroke sunrises instead of sunsets.
Too many people punish and
Forget to teach.
Loved ones then
Loved ones now.
Photo by Karsten Winegeart on Unsplash
Written for Experiments in Fiction Poetry Challenge #12: The Poetry of Childhood.
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