I’ve lived through so much,
In what seems to be
Such little time.
I’ve learned so many things,
So many things
Which seem to be too mature for me to know.
I’ve hurt in great ways,
And in a variety
Which seems too great to be just.
I’ve walked a long way
In this journey of life.
Little, unsure footsteps
On a rocky and winding trail
Have grown into more steady steps,
But even larger strides have their stumbles.
I have been told
That upon peering into my brown eyes,
One can sense a quality
Thick, hanging in the air
Just long enough
To hold your glance.
A quality most intriguing,
That of a vulnerable toughness,
That of a broken child
In a body of determined strength.
Age 16
In what seems to be
Such little time.
I’ve learned so many things,
So many things
Which seem to be too mature for me to know.
I’ve hurt in great ways,
And in a variety
Which seems too great to be just.
I’ve walked a long way
In this journey of life.
Little, unsure footsteps
On a rocky and winding trail
Have grown into more steady steps,
But even larger strides have their stumbles.
I have been told
That upon peering into my brown eyes,
One can sense a quality
Thick, hanging in the air
Just long enough
To hold your glance.
A quality most intriguing,
That of a vulnerable toughness,
That of a broken child
In a body of determined strength.
Age 16