Less of a Child

I am becoming less of a child,
Though I will never be an adult.
My body becomes more ridged,
but my spirit can't stop skipping.

Less than a week until I am legal,
but i still want to cling.
I will take the steps to independace,
but i can't stop myself from looking back.

This year has taught me frustration,
I stumble as babies do,
simple phrases pause my tongue.
My current world flashes between fasination and aggrivation.

This year has brought forth my youth,
for in the eyes of eternity i am still a newborn.
I struggle with my percieved growth to adulthood,
and my sudden regression to toddler.

How can anyone consider themselves old?
There are always new languages and cultures to learn.
If we throw ourselves wholly in we must realize our incompetance
and try to have our hands held.

I am becoming less of a child, though i will never be fully grown.
I am just beginning to learn to speak and crawl.
So, how can i be expected to stand alone with less than a week to prepare?



Hi guys, i decided to write that poem because i seem to be having a little angst in the face of my immenent birthday. I do realize that i wont be alone, but im having a little trouble with the fact that in 4 days i will be legaly liable... an adult legally. UGH!!! this year has made me feel like a complete child due to the language and new family etc. etc. so im feeling a little unprepared for the consequences of any mistakes i make from monday forth... O.O so thats pretty much what spawned this poem, and i felt that i might be a nice addition to this blog.

I will write a proper post tomorrow!

vi snakkes!!!