Five and Fearless

Children are fearless.
You can’t change my mind.

I snuggled with teddy bears, not thinking of the next day.
Mom played Shania Twain and Dixie Chicks and we sang until we couldn’t speak.
I felt alive.
I was living in a time when minutes and hours didn’t dictate.
It felt like an eternity and I couldn’t be happier.

Children are fearless.
You can’t change my mind.
I conceived that life would remain changeless.
The faces around me would never develop wrinkles.
Time would not age them.
Time would not take them.

Children are fearless.

I loved each morning, even with the anxious quaking in my belly.
My energy was boundless.
I was lithe and achy with “growing pains” but so excited, so beautiful.
I just I wish I realized then.
I wish I didn’t blink past it as I did, then.

Hiking up hills and climbing rocks and trees, never fearing falling.
I always landed on my feet, knees not giving in, ankles not rolling.
I explored and roamed as I pleased before I rode bikes, before I tried to roller skate.
Innocence was freedom.
I lived in my own imagination, living an endless adventure.

Children are fearless.

I broke in my grandma’s mountain with my twin cousins.
We swung on wild vines like feral children, howling and screaming as we escaped invisible villains.
We ruled the roost.
We built wooden homes and hunted berries and buck with toy bows and toy arrows.
We felt so tough, so free.
I thought this would be my new forever.


I didn’t think my twin cousins would ever like girls.
I didn’t know we’d hit puberty and separate.
We became as awkward and distant as the north from the south.
Back and forth between this drug and that.
I didn’t think I’d lose them.
Life is just so unpredictably unpredictable.
I didn’t comprehend that concept yet.

Children are fearless.

Children are fearless.
They love without holding back.
Their fears don’t stop them.
They let you in and say goodbye not thinking it’ll be the last time.

Children are fearless.
I know.
I lived it.
It’s easy to slip back into that frame of mind.
I only pray it would be possible to stay.

Children are fearless.
No fall downs, no rejections, no loss keeps them from loving.
I miss this bravery, this almost brazen determined thought train.
It was beautiful to love and to lose without losing bits of you.

Children are fearless.
How can we lose ourselves as we grow?

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      1. I fully agree. We can remain our ‘child’ alive by being with children. Thanks for your beautiful thoughts 😊

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  1. I love the storygraph in this poem; the fearlessness of simply living from one moment to the next is caught brilliantly in these childhood escapades and grand adventures of childhood. It is sad to think that, as we grow, we lose a little piece of ourselves and maybe do not notice it until we want that inner child back.

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    1. It does scare me sometimes. It’s one of the reasons I am grateful to work with children. It helps keep that spark kindled. I genuinely enjoy playing with the children when on their breaks and being imaginative. My imagination never died. It’s just about keeping the wonder alive. That can be difficult at times. I’m keeping it though, somehow haha 😂😆 Thank you for commenting. How are you ?? I hope all has been well. Your post that I read was awesome. I hope you are doing well 🙂 you’re very courageous posting about that. I love this site because I’ve been able to post sensitive topics and receive so much support and kindness. Love that about this place 🙂

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      1. I’m really glad you’re well and that you’re getting your pieces published !!!, That’s such a huge accomplishment. I hope you are as proud of yourself as I am for you !!! 🙂 You will always have my support my friend .

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