day forty-eight: when i was younger

i was better

at many things

when i was younger

like loving

without question

without wondering

without doubting

like coloring

in coloring books

and not fretting

if a color i needed was missing

like accepting people

my family

my friends

without judging

like pretending

and imagining

(i'm still good

but i used to be great

i remember

but i fear it's a lost talent.)

like being blissfully unaware

of horrible truths

that fog my mind

every single day

of my adult life

things that

i was better at not knowing

when i was young

when i was younger i was better

at being ignorant

(or at least pretending to be.)