The Words Of A Rose

Growing up

Crackling, creaking, continuing.
I feel my spine start to unwind,
I open my eyes and see everything that's mine, the exit I find, blinded by light.

I feel around the smooth ground, I touch something round. It bounces after I drop it from these clumsy sausages, I look at it before being picked up and held hostage.

I run now, my fingers are able to grab. I use them to break out of my crib, the captor picks me up and before I realise it I have a dummy I'm sucking.

I can say words, my voice sounds weird in my head and I don't understand why they hold me up to the sky after I say "hi" I hear it all the time. Now I see others like me, small beings all differently.

I'm understanding now, I hear the words with clarity, I can read and hear them teach. It's easy to write it's as if it's been my whole life.

I learn new things, I make friends, I'm no longer a baby, I'm growing everyday, graduation is on the way.

Now I'm nearly 18, fully understanding and questioning, always wondering why the government does this and the people do these. Yet I am still growing, still learning.

I have a long time before being a grown up. I am still growing up.

Inspired by Riodejenerio
Poem by me ;p