Out of the blue, these lines popped into my mind. I don't even know what prompted it but it just flowed into my mind and I jotted it down and read it again, hoping t change or make it read better. Somehow, I didn't find anything to change so here it is, I am presenting a short poem after many years:
You don't realize,
you've grown up,
out of beliefs that once warmed,
then taught you there's no going back, ever,
like the gush of blood,
against your skin,
all that you held pure.