vir esto

a poem entry for the "TEEN awards 2011" based around my experience as a year has seen me transition from a minor to some form of half adult. vir esto is latin and translates as "be a man"

i don't think ill ever be able to say again,

i am not the same person i was a year ago.

life seems to have become such a strain,

maturity isn't given with a bow .

i find myself scarcely recognizable, 

all changes are particularly sizable.

hair, height, weight, personality, 

I've realized my mortality.

It goes beyond my appearance, 

innocence has gone to clearance. 

i find myself becoming a man, 

a man lacking a game plan. 

maturity is creeping in slowly,

oh so recently i was still a boy.

how do i make this change, 

"vir esto" i'm told but that's no help.

Reviews

[for my ♥]

...This is wonderful, i really enjoyed the last stanza.
You write well.