Growing Up Poem

I used to believe in magic.

I believed anything could happen.

Everything was magic.

A table was a lion's cave,

A stick was a sword,

A pool was an ocean,

A armchair a spaceship,

A doll my friend,

My grandmother's living room,

A castle. 

A rainbow,

a bridge to magical land.


I was many things,

A cowgirl,

A lion,

A peguin,

A princess,

A ninja,

A mother,

A teacher,

I was anything.


Now a table is a table,

a couch is a couch,

a stick is a stick,

a pool is a pool.

Life is hard.

My poem is about how life has changed, how you start to lose the innocence and naivety as you grow up. I think its okay, I don't think its the best piece of poetry I've ever written by far. My favorite line is the one about my grandmother's living room as I remember playing like that my cousins. I made the lines short. This reminds me of how childhood is so short compared to the other stages of your life, nowadays even shorter as kids seem to grow up quicker, they seem more eager to become adults and let go of childhood quickly, they act old. 

4.  Highlight where you use similes, metaphors, personification, allusion, extended metaphor, and/or figurative language.