What is this terminal disease called adolescence
that robs the young of peace
that takes the freedom of undying joy
transforming it to glum expressions of despair
or apathy?
What is this walking down the road
in hood to hide his face
the face that blossomed for years and time…
expressionless, reclusive, declining
or dying?
Where is the vivacity, the joie de vivre
that soaked and luxuriated in laughter
that revved the engines of parent and sibling
facing fury, force, with pleading
or glee?
Tease me again, oh morose one
that I may laugh with you
the face that glowed and grinned and cheered
enthusiasm alight in every fibre
shout again!
I pray and hope this time will die
and not the person inside
with relative ease and satisfaction
find new reason for life and laughter
live again my boy.
The Spirit takes us where He leads
with life and death at hand;
will you choose turning, remaining, steadfast in truth
knowing, living what you know
and enjoy!?
(c) sarah tun 2021