Coming of Age
it's synonymous with loss.
severing ties, a fork in the road.
a farewell.
a kiss on the cheek.
goodbye, innocence.
it's that epiphany.
the one that smacks you across the face -
jarring your baby teeth loose
sending them bouncing in all directions
across the floor.
it's a thorn.
you poke your finger
you come to that age.
comfort and trust and security -
rationale pour out of that little wound.
and it's all positively sobering isn't it -
it can never be stopped, only hastened.
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