Infinite Childhood Poem by Jake Tadla

As if a newly born angel,
Delivered with great pain.
Fruits of sacrifice
For a precious like no other.

Innocence painted all over-
A tabula rasa.
Yet the heat of truth
Boiling, wanted to outburst.

No guts saved inside
So to speak one’s mind.
But once one starts to talk
As if a speech to carve.

Drinking the juice of youth
Eating the bread of formation.
Yet yesterday is still today
Act as if time did not change.

Smile for a guardian angel
Who tickles one’s mind’s side.
Already at the seed of maturity
And mixed with water of purity.