Beautiful Dirt

Young I was, Innocent I was too,

When I realized I was more mature than those in my year

Isolation came first, loneliness on the playground.

The awkwardness at the lunch tables.

As I grew older, I realized my maturity was not a curse.

My maturity attracted those who were mature too,

And a new friendship blossomed into life.

It was like heaven collided with earth

And I was no longer struggling in the dirt.

I look at the dirt with a smile now,

If I did not go through the dirt,

I would not be the lively flower I am now.

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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