They say, "Enjoy your life while you're still a child,"
For those fleeting years are soft and mild.
A happiness so pure, a joy so bright,
A spark that fades with the coming of night.To be a child once more, a life unbound,
Where wonder and laughter endlessly surround.
Stress was a stranger, distant, unknown,
A world of dreams, all my own.Where the smallest things could light up my day,
A new game to play, or the sun's warm ray.
Freedom felt endless, like the open skies,
Unburdened by doubt or silent goodbyes.But now, stress clings like a shadow near,
A constant whisper, a gnawing fear.
Life has shifted, the weight has grown,
Responsibility cutting to the bone.How I long to escape, to run, to flee,
To return to that child I used to be.
But time moves forward; it never bends,
And the freedom of youth inevitably ends.They said, "Enjoy your life while you're young and free,"
But no one explained what adulthood would be.
Now I carry the weight, the trials, the mess,
Living each day under the weight of stress.
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Shadow of Becoming
Non-FictionIn Shadow of Becoming, a teenager stands at the crossroads of adolescence and adulthood, caught in a whirlwind of doubt and discovery. As they grapple with the complexities of growing up, they question everything they once believed-faith, self-worth...