Growing up.

​I’m growing up.

Where home is I don’t know

Family now has their own family

Sisters have lives of their own

Childhood ended long ago,

When the first bird flew from the nest,

And the second refused to go.

Now the last one’s left behind,

Waiting for her family

to come home.

Wrote this lil guy as a very emotionally unstable and depressed 14 year old. Lots has changed. Some has stayed the same. Mostly posting here so I can have all my poems sitting in a single space to more easily look back on. Pretty sure the date is something like November of 2013.  


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