#WritcoPoemPrompt49 @AtulPurohit
The days of slate and chalk,
Are not easy to erase,
They hold memories,
Of my childhood,
The time in my life whence my personality was forged.
where all I had to worry about was playing and how I wouldn't hurt myself whilst playing.
The sympathy for stray dogs until I got bitten,
The abundance of empathy for friends and neighbors until I got backstabbed,
The dreams and hopes that didn't turn out exactly how I wanted,
The quelling of anger and hate, the incubation process of the abundance of love,
The mistakes, the regrets, the big and little wins,
Friends and family departed,
Death,
The acceptance of what life truly is, with all of its unpredictability and frailty,
Time has passed away and we have the scars to show what we've been through.
gliding through memory lane.
Indeed,
The days of slate and chalk are not easy to erase.
© Olatunde Gbenuola