I grow

Yester-year i leaped away
To comb the hairs of professionals
Expectations.
Low and whimper to myself
Older life makes time fade.

Anger at the pitty i gave my weakness
When independence was my strength.
I found myself later amongst more strain
And chose my digging away the mess.

I flew through tragedy
And break.
I flew over white bed visits and fake,
Insecure people i hum their melody.

I grow now.
Tough through concrete minds and mental barriers.
Im not done
But i grow still
To slow my mind
Setting vow.

Reviews

[Red Brick Keshner]

When the going gets tough, we are toughened by growing... and later on after, glow in our understanding and expression of that growth. A truly enjoyable read. Thanks for sharing.

[Brian Pomphrey]

Thank you :)