I have been thinking a lot about my childhood lately. I have pondered on myself as a young girl and how I have grown. I think about how I felt and how I lived compared to where I am now.
Growing older brings change. Sometimes good and sometimes bad. I feel like I have been reflecting on both. Writing about all of these changes has allowed me to recognize who I am now and all the things that have brought me here.
I notice how much the simplicity of everything has changed. Growing older means more thoughts and more worries that seem to linger a little longer. It becomes a little bit harder to explain things.
This poem is about the change. The good and the bad, and the few things that seem to stay the same.
she is older now
and writes down her words
she has found release
she has given love to what she needs
but what is that exactly?
she has changed with time
she has grown into a light that helps her find peace
find thoughts
she was young and smiled often
she nodded her head to things she did not understand
she had a family that appeared to be peaceful
she had a room that she pretended was her stage
but she is older now
and she is tired often
she loves the sun but hates the heat
she lives in constant fear of wasting time
she is also happy now
and a little angry
just enough anger to hold her head high
she still has a stage that is sometimes terrifying
but life-saving
she gives them her words
"take them," she thinks
"tell me what they mean"
yes, she is older now
she finds beauty in things that are gone too soon
she does not quite understand
but soon
soon she will
