Growing Pains
navigating the inexorable loss of innocence
is a rite of passage
i think i should feel grateful
for the secrets kept
shrouded in smoke from stolen cigarettes
but i shrink in my skin
wishing i could tell my mother
How much i love her and
How scared i really am
i apologize to my mother, but
she can’t forgive me, and
i can’t blame her
i crawled into this adolescent chrysalis and
emerged the useless woman
i promised my father i’d never become
i stole their child, or was it just time?
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