I Am...Growing Up
I am 5, looking at the world with bright, fresh, young eyes,
Never wavering despite my size.
Though to a child I am compared,
I was tough-willed and knowledgeable, I was able to fare.
I am 10, growing up and searching the truth,
In my faith and friendships, I was quite the sleuth.
Starting out middle school a little bit scared,
But after it's over, I know I have fared.
I am 15, halfway through my high school career,
Swimming, volunteering, and studying filled my academic year.
Stressed, but living in the moments, I had declared,
But now high school is almost over, I know I have fared.
I am 17, preparing to again look at the world with bright, fresh, young eyes.
Never wavering except to say my goodbyes.
The journey awaits me now to go to college, and I am prepared.
In all my years, I know I have fared.
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