To the no longer child

Fri, 06/21/2019 - 21:48 -- CEJ

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

This poem is about: 
Me
My family

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