adulthood

legend has it

that in order to truly become

an adult,

you have to go to that sacred place

that you spent the summers

of your early years,

find a spot

that’s protected from the elements

and concealed from stranger’s eyes,

and draw with perfect white chalk

the simple figure of a child,

as only a child would.

then you can leave that place in peace,

safe in the knowledge,

that all your silly dreams,

your carelessness,

all the times you spoke

or acted without thinking,

are well behind you,

trapped inside that drawing.

and once you’ve done this

I really hope

our eyes never meet again.

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adulthood by Dimitrios Kokkinos is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike 4.0 International License