When I move
to the right side
of our brain-

I...
usually use
sadness
to get there

I wish
I wish I could
climb
the right side

Without
a loss of pride

Without
the little boy inside

Without
the sense of self

Without
what's left
upon the shelf

And everything
I sought to hide

But poetry,
to be good,
impactful,
meaningful-

Must be
completely honest

So,
against my inner-child's
wishes

I am finally
going to
grow up,

I guess

Seems like
defeat
to me

No more wonder
No more sparkly eyes

No more
beautiful innocence
and me

I tried
for soo long
to...
never grow up

Don't think
we ever should,
really

Life
Everything
and nothing

Experience shows us
many, many things
we did not realize
were true

Lessons mostly

I'm afraid
pain and sadness
teach better,
longer,
harder,
and more directly

Than joy and comfort

For myself,
pain and sadness
ripped open
my emotional,
creative,
non-logical,
beautiful
right side

I,
am different now

As could you be

Move
to the right side,
the magic side

For we all
are getting older

And creativity
will put magic
back in your life

victor touche