Peter Pan

Dear Peter Pan, what kept you away?

I waited by window, a fairytale in hand but you never came.

I was ready to leave this place, and stop growing up, but you didn’t seem to feel the same.

I know it’s not London, and I am not Wendy, but I would have loved to fly away for a while.

But you didn’t come, even when my window was opened.

Peter Pan, what kept you away?

Growing up is a blessing, but it is also a curse.

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