Growth
I always viewed myself as a little kid.
I thought that it was alright if I hid.
I hid my personality, my intelligence, and my emotion.
Then I realized my intention.
I was afraid to grow because change is scary.
Truly living your life can get quite hairy.
Facing challenges caused me to blossom.
So, I no longer felt like playing opossum.
Forcing myself out form hiding.
Released me from my binding.
I could finally become self-reliant.
& that’s what made me grow from being a callant.
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