Growing Up

Growing Up
Growing up has taught me
Many things-sweet and bitter.
I cherish the sweet ones,
And dump the others.
In the attic of my soul.

But, when I am down and unhappy
When my mind is storm-ridden,
They crawl one by one-
Down the stairs of the attic
To stone my spirit-
With taunts and fears infinite
I had tried desperately to forget.