I wrote a poem for my English class inspired my pinwheel and kidult hehe. We had to present it too.
My teacher liked it apparently (a lot more than I expected) which gave me more confidence in it as I didn’t really like it before. And I feel like sharing it !!
Pinwheel
Pinwheels symbolise the innocence and purity of a child
That can be moved with a gentle brush of the wind
For they are sensitive and fragile
Always been playful and imagined
They come in different colors and sizes
Each to one’s own liking
And all which are precious
To each individual’s feelings
It’s just like children
Diverse, playful, and imaginative
Which can be easily broken
Because they are sensitive
Everyone has their own pinwheel
Has their own desires and wants to cry
That goes hidden once someone grows and starts to know what’s real
Hidden deep inside and is blind to the eye
I feel that I have grown too fast
And my pinwheel has hidden not in me, but from me
I want to go back to the past
Back to when I was a child and be free
Where has my pinwheel gone?
I can’t find it anywhere
I’ve been searching night until dawn
How much longer do I need to live this nightmare?
I’ve lost myself, my energy to cry
I’m burdened by the reality of this world
I just want to lay lazily in the silky, stunning sky
On a cloud as if I’m not already crippled
I miss the old days
Of being innocent and pure
Going at my own pace
With no hardships to endure
