The Boy in Blue

Youth Lost, Self Found

No one warns you that growing up comes with a subtle ache—the moment you realize you’re no longer that wide-eyed version of yourself. But in losing innocence, you gain something deeper: clarity, resilience, and a softer kind of strength.

There he is.

The boy in blue.

Smiling without a clue

Of how cruel this world can be.

He stood in his youth—

Feet barely grounded,

Hoping the sky would catch him

If he ever dared to fly.

He didn’t know

That hearts break without bleeding,

That silence can scream,

That good people leave

Without saying goodbye.

He just knew the sun was warm,

And the wind sometimes

Whispered his name.

I look at him now

From the other side of time.

Not with pity,

But with a strange kind of ache—

Because I lost him.

That wild, wide-eyed wonder,

That foolish trust

That life was fair.

But what did I find

On the other side of loss?

A quiet kind of joy—

Not loud like laughter,

But deep like still water.

Wisdom, not worn like a crown,

But carved into my bones.

The knowing that love doesn’t mean forever,

But it does mean something.

The strength to stand

Even when no one claps.

The grace to cry

Without shame.

I don’t smile like he did.

But when I do,

It means more.

I miss him,

The boy in blue.

But I’d never trade

What I’ve become

To be him again.