What does it feel like
to grow up
I say
what does it feel like
to grow
What does it feel like
to call your brother on the phone
and talk about life
and somehow just know
that's what it'll feel like
when we're all moved and grown
and I'll remember what it felt like
those many years ago.
It's a simple taste
this adulthood
a silver spoon
exciting
There are things you can take
and things you can leave
friends you embrace
and ones you don't need
and still keep.
It's harsh it's
the most thrilling
reality
it's still youth
it's still
uncertainty
and it's still me
I say to them
it's still Me.
Grown-up, indeed
but yesterday I laid
on my bed, played
these videos I loved to watch
when I was fourteen.
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Ahh, sweet nostalgia, mixed
Ahh, sweet nostalgia, mixed with curiosity of this new adventure before us as adults . . . you're a really good poet, Madeline. (It's so weird not calling you Homey anymore, lol). And yes, I always enjoy rewatching movies I loved as a kid. : )
Just popping in to say that I
Just popping in to say that I read this pretty soon after you published it and absolutely LOVED it!! So relatable. You have a way with words, my dear. :)
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I guess I needed to say that
I guess I needed to say that I also read this shortly after you posted and I ALSO loved it. I can totally relate. That growing older essay phase we all wrote--it's REAL. I admire you for keeping up with your writing. This is all good--the last paragraph--and "I say to them it's still Me"--you put it just right about balancing and finding identity. reading your first paragraph made me feel like I was with you, I felt like I have moved and grown with you. Good job.
"It is not the length of life, but the depth of life." Ralph Waldo Emerson
This is so light and sweet,
This is so light and sweet, especially the last stanza. You captured the feeling of excitement when looking toward the future while also retaining a sense of youthful innocence very well. Great job!
"You were not meant to fit into a shallow box built by someone else." -J. Raymond