Grow-up
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Wings pushing the soft shell of the egg, mothered and protected in a small bed. My first words were spoken from cries and screams, the shell had broken while my mother fed. While the contorted winds blew, and the big white eye stared, my parents
Being an adult is not being 18,
We are still one with no responsibility,
Until you have a house, a car, a phone,
One you must pay for on your own,
You are dependent upon another,
I was filled with child-like joy.
Driving my car out of town for the first time after getting my license.
But with my hands on the wheel, I realized.
You can't drive and enjoy the views of the side road at the same time.
