I Was 5 Poem by James Rabuatoka

When I was 5 I saw this light
Then at the height of my childhood there was this fight
See what I love is to read and write
As the words moved and pushed around n my mind
The kind that strays the heart from being right
Thoughts and imaginations run wild
Now about this fight that I did not like
It happened so often that I became so blind
Frightened to not be able to take flight
This light that I saw when I was 5
I remember so clearly like I'm still that child
It brought back tears to my eyes
Like allergies of my type
This piece here I write
To someone who shares my mind
May not be kind
Hopefully it see the light
Like I did when I was 5.