As a child
Building castles in the air
Was a favourite game
The windows always open
The doors always welcome
Like cotton candy
Fluffy and light
Forever changing
Ever moving
The perfect place
When you were always dreaming
Further on my journey
Dark clouds of opinions
Filled over
My once protected castle
The doors and windows
No longer safe to be open
Voices, rumbling like angry winds
Claimed my castle was still mine
Though I knew
Long back it wastaken
I fought back, refused to give up
Not letting go
Of one thing that was truly mine
No longer
Was I afraid
Of the voices
Yes! My castle
was still mine
My happy place
From where
I got solace
this is a beautiful nostalgic poem so true a real poet r u kindly read my moms smiles will u u may like it too thanks in advance poetess
Understanding the rhythm of life while growing-up makes the life meaningful and enjoyable. Thanks for sharing. Be always blessed.
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Yes! My castle was still mine My happy place From where I got solace.childhood, sweet memories, imaginary world.... away from the laws and thinking of the so called grown ups. wonderful imagination dear poetess. thank u. tony