Sometimes I meet these rare moments where
I find the kid that I was raised to be
Which the kid I am greets, anytime, anywhere
With a sense of simple pride and gratitude
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I remember the moments when I felt crushed
A crisis that is never avoidable
In all moments where we feel rushed
As life is but forgiving
But I am not looking for repentance
I am searching for simple happiness
And the so-necessary peace of mind
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I look at the kid I was raised to be
As naively as before, I envy what I had
Making an effort to not forget my life hasn’t been that sad
Holding on to all that is me
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I grew up lucky but reserved
I had millions of tiny worlds on my brain
I always received what I had deserved
Never knowing evil is magnified by pain
And yet I still feel fortunate and secure
That for my bliss I can all endure
All challenges and my made-up misery
All fast turns and broken up realities
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Because I have rare moments where I spot that kid I grew up to be
The kid I was raised to be
And I remember my parents’ smiles and my siblings’ mischief
And I am reminded of what is me.