The World Through Prismatic Glasses

August 5, 2018Chel Owens

“When I grow up,”
I say
From too-tall counters, unfair portions, summer bedtimes.

When I grow up,
I hope
For friends, a car, no one ever telling me, “No.”

When I grow up,
I think
Promises will be kept, rules followed; the world blacks and whites.

Grown up,
I see
Crumb-filled countertops, imperfect pieces, little sleep.

Grown up
I wish
For friends, fewer expenses, parents’ good advice.

Grown up
I learn
People are human, rules bend; the world….

Is rainbowed

I take a crayon and draw my mind:
Greening forest,
Glittering sky,
And a yellow tent,

Glowing from within.

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Carrot Ranch Literary Society Prompt
Cindy Chen

TanGental August 5, 2018 / 12:54 pm

But mostly don’t grow up Chelsea or it may get to be real

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- Chelsea Owens August 5, 2018 / 4:59 pm
  
  *sigh* It grows more corporeal each year.
  
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Liz H August 5, 2018 / 8:43 pm

Beautiful!
Your yellow tent, worn with experience, colored by hopes and dreams!

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- Chelsea Owens August 5, 2018 / 9:38 pm
  
  Yes. 🙂 Still working on being entirely lit from within though.
  
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  - Liz H August 5, 2018 / 9:42 pm
    
    I’m guessin’ the light is fully there, but the glass is a bit smudged with busyness… 😉 ❤
    
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    - Chelsea Owens August 5, 2018 / 9:55 pm
      
      A lot of kid fingerprints. 🙂
      
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      - Liz H August 6, 2018 / 6:57 am
        
        ‘Zackly!!
        
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howikilledbetty August 5, 2018 / 9:27 pm

That’s lovely – and so true … Oh to start all over again and appreciate ones youth and the untroubled lives we had … x

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- Chelsea Owens August 5, 2018 / 10:04 pm
  
  Thanks, Katie. 🙂
  In some ways, starting over is quite appealing.
  
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inspiramble August 6, 2018 / 4:14 pm

That’s a very beautiful piece

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- Chelsea Owens August 6, 2018 / 4:41 pm
  
  Thank you. 🙂
  
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anuragbakhshi August 7, 2018 / 6:10 am

Adulting is not all it is made out to be.

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- Chelsea Owens August 7, 2018 / 7:06 am
  
  Yes, exactly!
  
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Charli Mills August 8, 2018 / 11:01 pm

A great juxtaposition of perspective from what a child wants to what an adult learns. Yet I love the last act of the adult taking the crayon and acknowledging a rainbow world.

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- Chelsea Owens August 8, 2018 / 11:16 pm
  
  Thanks, Charli. It made slightly more sense at 300ish words… 😉
  
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Nitin August 11, 2018 / 8:19 am

Excellent writing Chelsea

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- Chelsea Owens August 11, 2018 / 10:00 am
  
  Thanks, Nitin. It was almost there…
  
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