Growing up the mystical inclination
Something that is seemingly observational
Making us the best a parental obligation
Then we get the gifts that are generational
As we grow an almost terrible tribulation
And when we tend to explode we go omnidirectional.
When it comes to the things that we love
We are told to leave it as we grow
But by He that is great above
What kind of 'maturity' does that show
Giving up the thing that make us happy
Because those before us did so as well
To be a little overdramatic and sappy
But that feels like a new kind of hell.
A beautiful progression, a slow transition
The growth of a body, the growth of passion
To control the new urges a hast new mission
To focus our dreams and work on a vision
A way to control and prevent transgression
Yet many still look and see a corruption.
To move from a child and become an adult
Is something that many forget
Is not to sit and drink milk like a dolt
But to eat the meat by which they are met.
Parent try to help which sometimes doesn't land
But stay, what will be needed is a helping hand.
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12 Days Of Christmas Poetry
PoesíaThis is an anthology of poems that I created for the holiday season. I took inspiration from the song '12 days of Christmas' and made 12 different poems. I hope that you enjoy it.
