Don't go through life; grow through life.


            This month brings me joy, with gloomy skies,

                                    to start a new, as the winter pulses through,

and I stare at the future,

                                                and I am calm, but tense,

                                                for the new challenges

that awaits me, tense for the fact that I am broken

                        I need to fix the broken parts of myself,

            I come to understand that there is more that

            I have to be willing to learn.

As I criticize the old,

            I forget that I am

                        still young,

                        still trying to produce answers,

            BREAKING the walls I’ve built, to fight

against the world,

            trying to let myself be free,

a concept that was not

            met for me,

                        But I am willing to grab it with

                                    all my heart that love has to give,

                                    in the palms of

                                                HIS HANDS.

Still as I grow,

                        There is more for me to experience.


  • Christina8

    Great poem! Enjoyed reading

  • WriteBeLight

    Beautiful work.

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