Chipped Sidewalks Poem by Alyssa Lynn

Chipped sidewalks, broken glass, cracked spotlights, broken hearts, along with chipped spirits. Pictures, memories, empty hallways. It’s all passing me, it’s all speeding right by. I try, try to grasp a small sense of clarity. I’m an “adult” but what does that mean? Am I officially old enough to be “responsible? ” Am I worthy? Love songs playing, with no one in particular in mind. Inspiration in a mixed media full of newspaper and paint, I’m running, I pass crayons, I pass swings, I pass childhood, as my innocence fades. I can’t help but wonder, what it’s like to want love, I mean crave it and although being naïve, still be able to grasp it. Paranoid, judging, hypocritical, a tease perhaps, those are the words that could be used. Turn, turn the tables, turn around, rewind far enough to still have a child-like spirit. What am i? I mean now, am I a girl, a woman what? I can’t help but feel like there’s something I can’t quite grasp. I miss the rush, the rush of a kiss; I miss the danger that comes with it. I’m distant, it’s like I’m looking down at the person I used to be…I swear I’ve never missed someone so much…myself. Somewhere in between all the running, the laughing, the blissful ignorance, I lost me. Somewhere in between all the chips in the sidewalks, the long nights telling myself that I was strong enough to overcome heartbreak I became a person I can’t recognize. I used to be so different; I had this hope and dream of love, this naive innocence, a almost never ending optimistic view, a confidence that made me feel like I could handle it all.