Unwanted Gift
“You’re going to need these.
You know you will.”
My hesitant hands crept forward.
I watch them fall,
Rolling from my fingertips to my palms.
Tapping together like balls on a pool table.
I was gambling with my sanity,
I had hit the 8 ball in.
I watched as they settled,
Now silent.
The smooth glass balls stand still.
The foolishness of youth contained within.
The weight of dreams in my hand.
I am set on rewind
Losing inches at a time
I was on my knees,
At mercy to society.
With this, my mind stopped running in circles,
And dancing with the stars.
It was walking in a straight line
My hands were no longer filled with toys
But with marbles.
We don’t lose them
They are forced upon us.