To the no longer child

Fri, 06/21/2019 - 21:48 -- CEJ

13 Years

Too young



Tossed out,

Cold concrete to catch my fall



Tear stricken,



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


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: 
My family


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