Jules Morton

September 6 1999 Pennsylvania
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Growing

I stand at the edge of a border
Between two states of self, as I grow older
What will I keep? What will I lose?
From who I was, for who I will become

Growing up never seemed so terrifying
Yet now I am here
Youthful carefree days seem so long ago
How cruelly time marches on and forgets us

Ghosts of yesterday haunt me,
little flashes of better days stalk me
But I cannot live in the past

I may not know what lies ahead

But I know who I cannot become
I will not be your clone, your “mini me”
Because you are everything I never want to be
And as I shed your view of me, I have never felt more free
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