Child

i skip and i dance and i twirl and i sing flowing and loose and free and clean farther and farther and farther away farther and farther i'm going, away tripping and falling and gasping and wincing wincing and poking and squinting and helpless i'm looking around as i sit on the ground it stings and it hurts and i want to cry i’m not a child i pick myself up and i breathe and i breathe wincing and poking and squinting and painful walking home i’m walking home i’m almost home ouch. mom! please i scraped my knee i need a band-aid.