Eighteen
Eighteen
A number that holds so much meaning
Any individual who meets terms with this number never feels content
A singular tie to childhood is all that’s left
A bearing weight of adulthood near
An anxious sense of uncertainty for what perseveres
A sentimental responsibility for new freedoms adhere
The time in life that withholds the most confusion
When many individuals unfold a lost sense of self
Chances that are to be taken
May make or break many of the forsaken
Feeling weak and immature, not sure where to commence new foundations
The irritation that follows many families
Not seeing eye to eye anymore for holding different beliefs
Feeling out of place in a home that once babied the child version of each
person
Now having to step foot into the real world, opening new doors
The perspective of life outside might feel so different yet the same
Viewpoints on humanity could endure a slight alter
Heaving burdens from the past of wishing to grow old
A huge transition, not ready to let go
Education such as college or another path
Are one of the many choices during this important year
These very choices are what conjugate an entire future career
A future, that will be a part of one's timeline starting in the beginning adult
years
Eighteen.
Copyright © sophia arriola | Year Posted 2025
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