I Want To Be 7 Again

Sometimes, I want to be 7 again

I want to dance in the rain

Dance with reckless abandon

But now I fear my weave will be undone

I want to have a 7 year old’s unshakable faith

And absolutely humorous lack of grace

But for sake of normalcy I hesitate

I want to blow out my 7th cake candles

With friends that will listen to me ramble

Friends that will tolerate my flaws

And run around with me flying scarves

In the place of kites

I long to cry in front of people, unashamed

And guffaw whenever, unabashed

I yearn for the days I didn’t have to worry about clothes

Or hesitate to sleep in my mother’s bed when cold

I crave my 7 year old days as nostalgia pours

And my 18th year approaches its end

But back to bed I crawl

For I am long past my 7th bend

Yet all I can think is “I want to be 7 again.”