A Storm Of Growth

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I just wanted to tell everyone that this was my first ever poem written when I was ten years old. I was in my bedroom, frustrated with growing up and all the other things that come with that, and instead of tears this came out. I hope you enjoy it.

With the breeze

I dance

As a river

I run

Holding sorrow

I hurt

Singing longing

I ache

Like the rain

I cry

With the world

I change

It is terrible

And wonderful

A whisper

A secret

A dream

A girlhood

Like fire

I burn

Like water

I rage

With the sky

I wander

With the tree

I grow

It is terrible

And wonderful

First love

A promise

A heartbreak

And a sorrow

A womanhood

It is terrible

And wonderful

A life

And the world

The storm is over

Now open your eyes

And see the light

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