20
No longer a teen,
No longer a preadult,
I am growing up,
Flourishing into something more than I already was,
I am becoming something and I am reminded that.
Every year, I am reminded of my birth.
I am reminded of how much of a beautiful lady I have become.
I am reminded that I am becoming and if not already, an adult.
And at this point,
I have this dull feeling in my chest.
I do not see my age as growing up.
I see it as a number that increases slowly over time.
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YOU ARE READING
Tarnished Beauty
PoetryYou and I, we have different stories and that's what makes us all individually unique. This is just a continuation of mine- where I try and fix myself, relapsing along the way. I hope this gives you hope or whatever you need to survive.
