When I was a child I tried to live in a dome,
I couldn’t fathom the convoluted questions of life,
I placed myself inside a pretty pink bubble,
Where only happiness, peace, and butterflies live,
Death was just something one saw on television.
Growing up I have,
Consoled loved ones,
Exposed my weaknesses,
Stepped out of my bubble.
I needed to understand,
Where he went,
If my sweet talk was true,
If he is really up above,
Watching over us?
Growing up has made me stronger,
I am capable of being the shoulder to cry on,
I am capable of accepting bad things will happen,
I am capable of expanding my beliefs,
I am capable of knowing as I continue to grow,
He will be beside me.