Catching Fireflies
It’s a summer night,
I’m nineteen years old
and catching fireflies.
Their lights don’t shine
as brightly as they did
when I was little,
and it feels much easier
to let them go.
Sometimes I wonder,
will it ever be the same again?
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I love that you’re still catching fireflies at 19, even though it might be different than it used to be. As I’m “growing up” (albeit unwillingly, lol), I feel similarly about certain experiences I used to cherish as a child. We do change, and the way we experience the world shifts, but that does not mean we must forsake our wonder; it’s just a different kind of wonder, a new kind of joy. Thank you for sharing this lovely poem!