My Night, My Growth.

Growth,

Not of the limbs

But of the soul

Of the mind

Of the heart

Yes, the world can be cold

But that is when one should be bold

In a world of sorrow

And a world of pain

Tomorrow is a new light

Always striving to make it bright

I walk the city streets with no strain

I have experienced the night alone

In a place far from home

That is how I know I have grown

That is why I never let my heart fill with hate

For I will not take the bait

I am still young, and my growth is not up for debate

I will continue to grow, and keep moving straight

I have grown

Not of the limbs

But of the soul

Of the mind

Of the heart

I cannot wait for even tonight

Grow some more, I just might

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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