And these are my
Growing pains.
My growing shame.
My body.
My mind.
My self.
Consume me.
If growth wasn't progress,
what was?
Shame is implemented, guilt for the natural wonders of my body.
I want things.
I feel things.
I need things.
But these growing pains will suffocate me
This garden shed will
lock me inside.
I and will be forced to breath
The sweet sent of
forbidden
flowers
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Growing Pains • POETRY
Poetry"I have a Garden inside me. And I will Never Stop Growing." • Growing Pains is a work of original poetry, that expresses the struggles and desires of young adolescents. Every poem is different to the next, but all linking to one common theme. That...
