Adulting

I felt my eyes, like lead, like coals.

Not to be dead, or cold.

Not yet.

Not yet.

But soon.

They say it's a boon,

But it's really a typhoon.

I don't know if I can take this monsoon!

But I can.

I can.

I have the power,

I need not cower, 

I can make it right this hour.

This poem is about: 
Me
My family

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