Growth in Low

Passing passing every street

Cars almost like a fleet

Thinking back I sat

What did I lack

I was mature enough

But stuck in the now

Wasting time every day

Is this how I should stay?

At what point I grew 

I do not know

But I realized then 

That there is more

Than just the present of today

A short realization which led me

To what I am now

This poem is about: 
Me

Comments

Additional Resources

Get AI Feedback on your poem

Interested in feedback on your poem? Try our AI Feedback tool.
 

 

If You Need Support

If you ever need help or support, we trust CrisisTextline.org for people dealing with depression. Text HOME to 741741