To the no longer child
13 Years
Too young
Innocent
Tossed out,
Cold concrete to catch my fall
Alone,
Tear stricken,
Fearful
Most don’t choose
The hour which they’re grown
For some,
Much too soon
Others escape for so long
Some accept,
Others don’t realize
The magnitude
Growth
Momentous occasion
To the no longer child,
The innocent survivor
I say, it may be late
You’ll find peace
Love is in your future
Be brave
Life won’t always be this way
This poem is about:
Me
My family