There's nothing quite like crying as a child

There’s nothing quite like crying as a child

Crying consequencelessly 

Crying for the sake of crying

Crying knowing that it will all be ok

Crying because you want to 

Crying but in the safety of your own innocence


There’s nothing quite like crying as a child

Nothing quite like wandering around on the upstairs landing when you know you’re supposed to be in bed

Nothing quite like hearing the sound of the front door handle and running into your dad’s arms

Nothing quite like asking your mum what pet she wants you to be today

She never wanted me to be a pet


There’s nothing quite like crying as a child and I wish there was 

Crying now is painful

Crying now is treacherous

Crying now is ugly 


There’s nothing quite like crying as a child 

There’s nothing quite like sleeping as a child

There’s nothing quite like playing as a child 

There’s nothing quite like being a child

But I have to be ok with that



By Sophie Muir

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