To the no longer child

June 22, 2019

13 Years

Too young

Innocent

Tossed out,

Cold concrete to catch my fall

Alone,

Tear stricken,

Fearful

Most don’t choose

The hour which they’re grown

For some,

Much too soon

Others escape for so long

Some accept,

Others don’t realize

The magnitude

Growth

Momentous occasion

To the no longer child,

The innocent survivor

I say, it may be late

You’ll find peace

Love is in your future

Be brave

Life won’t always be this way

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