Atrophied Imagination

Do you remember your power?

The childhood ability

To dream of the impossible

And bring it to life

Friends with no substance

Explanations beyond science

Reality was nothing more than clay

This power was the source of fun

And the push for our ambition

Defiance in the face of adults

Who swore it had no purpose

Because they had forgotten

That they once held the power too

As time went on many lost it

Like a muscle that is never used

Our power shriveled and weakened

Crippled by the horror of adulthood

Our friends of fiction vanish

Leaving behind a misty memory

That we call childhood foolishness

We have moved on to the ‘real’ world

Letting our great power die

No longer remembering its joy

Becoming the adults who stifled us

With their atrophied imagination

About Charles Yallowitz

Charles E. Yallowitz was born, raised, and educated in New York. Then he spent a few years in Florida, realized his fear of alligators, and moved back to the Empire State. When he isn't working hard on his epic fantasy stories, Charles can be found cooking or going on whatever adventure his son has planned for the day. 'Legends of Windemere' is his first series, but it certainly won't be his last.
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3 Responses to Atrophied Imagination

  1. that’s a great post.. we should all nurture that child within

    Like

  2. Pingback: Nightspawn: (The Shadows of Night Saga) Part 4 | Excursions Into Imagination

  3. Pingback: Saturday Verse: Atrophied Imagination | Legends of Windemere

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