by Amy Covel
When my parents told me
Being an adult would be hard
I thought they meant
The stress of paying bills on time
Or caring for a husband and three kids
Or working forty hours a week.
I didn’t know being an adult meant
Having fallingouts for telling the truth
Or being hated for good intentions.
I didn’t know it meant long hours
Comforting hysterical friends in a crisis
Or dealing with drama every week.
I didn’t know being an adult meant
The world would look less colorful
And my heart would have more cracks.
I didn’t know that paying bills
Caring for a husband and three kids
And working forty hours a week
Could sound so easy.
Category: Poetry, SNHU Creative Writing, SNHU online creative writing, SNHU Student