P.O.V. - Child

You tell him to be still, for just one minute
But he doesn't understand why he should waste even 60 seconds of his life, if not to live it (in motion)
That's why you'll catch him dancing, from parking lots to playgrounds, far & wide
And when there's no music around
He feels his own heart drumming out a contagious beat
Tickling his nerves with sensations
That forces him to move his feet
And every step suddenly becomes my life's choreography
And he wonders how you can still be standing still?

You call him nosy
Because to you his questions just seem excessive
But the way he sees it 
He's a genius trapped inside of his own mind
Filled with innovations, knowledge & potentials bubbling up within
Locked up tight, waiting to be freed
And the answers you provide him are his only keys
So why wouldn't you share them with him
And why did your own questions come to a stop?

You tell him to stop crying
Before you give him something to cry about
But his tears are the proof that he has already found it
They are the only things he has to fully express the overwhelming emotions he feels
But fails to express, because he just doesn't know the words for them yet
Whether caused by sadness, anger, fear or confusion
He always feels relief when he feels his eyes release these tears to fall freely down his cheeks
Because he silently understands that there's no healthy way to bottle it all up inside
So how is it that your eyes always stay so dry?

You often tell him "Don't" "Stop" & "No"
And call his actions disobedient & defiant
But all he hears are your attempts to give my life new limits
That's why his rebel actions are his last hope
That he might remind you that no one's a slave to old tradition & ways
That there's always freedom in making a choice to change

This entire he has come to know
At only the age of 5 years old
Yet you tell him, he still has so much growing up to do
But from the way he sees it...so do you

♥ Reesie ♥ 
Written: 6/18/12