The Ghost of that Little Girl

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Looking back on my childhood
Reminiscing in the depths of my memories,
An epiphany illuminates my mind.
It is almost over.

I've morphed into an unfamiliar person,
The ghost of that little girl
And the unknown overtakes my thoughts
Of who she will become.

The terror that is mine reveals
What I'd rather not discover,
But time is invincible
And the future inevitable.
 

 

*I have also submitted this original poem on another site called TeenInk. 

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