Growing

Maturity never comes in handy.
always coming entirely too late
always showing up
after the fact.
We're always unprepared.
Constantly thinking of the past;
what could have been done.
Then you begin to realize
that not knowing,
is where you want to be.
living from moment to moment
floating through the haze
making the best of what you have.
It's been said I think,
You need to be lost
before you find yourself.

Reviews

[Spunk]

Wow. I love the way you've written this poem. It's amazing how true it is.

[Tracie Skarbo]

Such wise words these are. I love the realization you come to at the end, where you only find yourself when you have lost who you are, or who you have been. Like you have stepped out of your soul and into a new skin. The undertones of exploration are wonderful in this.