My mind, my thoughts, my words

Poem – growing

Once there were blank pages lying
On every drop of blood and tears
As each cell is slowly changing
The pages fill with hopes and fears

A child in all its peaceful charm
Blossoms and withers to its sum
Blessed with love or enduring harm
Little it knows of what’s to come

Here we are, one moment in time
Wondering how we’ve come to be
Trying to shed the sticky grime
To accept, grow, and learn to see

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This entry was posted on 09/04/2019 by in Creative Writing.


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