A poem on the poet coming to terms with her age as she leaps from her teenage years to 'adulthood'.
The poet writes about looking at the lighter side of growing old.
'Maybe all of life is yearning, to feel the same way you felt at 13, never knowing that sometimes dreams wilt away in the heat.'
Perhaps I will grow to become a woman and age to become a mother and I’ll die to prove myself as a mortal.
'Though youth is a dim memory, our glories are not.'
A poem on how the pandemic has stolen some of my present and future.