Growing Pains
It was dark,
Then I saw light for the first time.
I cried, therefore
I was alive.
After those early cries came pure bliss,
A childhood that I can only describe as 'happy'.
'Happy' was only temporary.
Growing pains began.
Life began.
I fell
I fell
I fell
I haven't been able to get up since.
I am no longer a kid, and
Life is no longer a bliss.
This poem is about:
Me