I am eighteen
Brazenly planning my future
and loving with all that I am.
I am eighteen
wrapped in chains
lost in myself
desperate to breathe.
I am seventeen
my feet in the air
and my soul in the wind.
I am seventeen
running away from myself
leaving my bones in the dust.
I am sixteen
beautiful and pure
a sun amongst stars.
I am sixteen
tired and ragged
aching and bruising.
I am fifteen
joyous and exuberant
a garden of color.
I am fifteen
cold and small
sleepless and lost.
I am fourteen
Pressing on and standing tall
playful and in control.
I am fourteen
stuck in a spiral
holding on by a thread.
I am thirteen
wit and humor
free my lips.
I am thirteen
full of rage and hate
bloody knuckles stuck to the past.
I am twelve
springing in halls
twirling in grass.
I am twelve
exhaustedly running
fear an unending fuel.
I am eleven
young and breathless
prepared to take on the world.
I am eleven
terrified, jumping off a cliff
broken at the bottom of the waves.
