Skinned Knees and Broken Things

Sometimes, I'd like to look back
to a time when I was a child
when everything easier
when everything happier
when the hardest fall that happened to me was because I tripped down from my bicycle
and the only wound was just skinned knees
the one that easily healed with antiseptic
and a blowing kiss from a mother

because as I grew older
things got more complicated
and I fall for a lot more abstract things
and the wounds broken me to pieces
to a state where antiseptic cannot put it back together
where a kiss from a mother didn't have the same soothing effect
and only time will heal

only time will put the broken heart together.

(and now, I think I'm healed. Well, almost I guess.)