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 Time?
add it to the running list of my wrongs, and
Run along
it does no good to keep one eye over my shoulder
when the rest of my life lies ahead of me
Copyright © Victoria Lucas | Year Posted 2022
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