Poetry

Growing Pains

Sometimes I feel

So Isolated by my growth.

I planted seeds –

And my shoots are showing,

Tender and green.

I am not where I came from

But I am also not yet where I am going.

I’m in an awkward stage,

That comes with growing.

I forgot to not compare myself

To the strong oaks

I was planted beside.

In order to thrive

I need to keep my eyes

On where and who I want to be.

Often I feel so small and meek

In the company of all I seek.

Common humanity says we are all in this together.

Self compassion says to love myself –

Regardless of whatever

Intrusive thoughts hammer and rain.

Stoic & determined

Is how I will remain.

Our roots entangle below the surface

We each serve our own unique purpose.

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