Aaron Scibelli

Melt

Aaron Scibelli

Summertime, my biggest worries

were acquiring ice cream cones

and gingerly evading their proneness to melting.

Today, its my motivation that is prone to defrosting,

a water bucket of responsibility

dousing my youth.

Another day down, still a lifetime to go.

If these are “the days”,

why does the sun set so early?

Young adulthood is purportedly a firework,

shining in the unlit night,

a twinkle of independence illuminating a bedimmed childhood.

My teenage experience has been more congruent to a grease fire,

its spite accumulating as I try to put it out,

eating alive the kitchen towels of juvenility.

Today, I may stop for an ice cream cone

and just for old time’s sake,

let it

melt.

Author's Note: I love poetry because it gives me ways to express my thoughts and feelings in the most imaginative, beautiful ways possible. I love that people can interpret my work the way they want and it can have so many meanings all at once. With summer approaching, I get a lot of nostalgia for summers past throughout my childhood and wanted to express my feelings about teenage hood not living up to its reputation, which is why I wrote this poem.