Bring Me Back

• Bronte Cheeseman
• Poetry
• 2021

The world of a child is a miraculous thing.

Fairytales and campfire stories mingling with reality.

Dragons fly the skies and serpents rule the seas.

Things without reason become reasonable.

Things without life become alive.

But that is all lost now.

Now, there is only death that waits for us at the end of the day.

my trust left me.

I abandoned hope.

Bring back the child in me.

Please.