Growing Pains
When I was just five years old
I had Growing Pains.
The kind that made your legs ache, and your eyes
Water.
When I turned nine years old
I had Growing pains.
That kind that hurt your heart
A different kind of pain.
When I was thirteen years old
I had Growing Pains.
The kind that hurt me
As well as those around.
Now I am seventeen years old
I still have Growing Pains.
But after looking back I see
The ways in which I have grown
In beauty, pain, joy, and strength.
Because of these Growing Pains.
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