And I Grew Up

At the age of seven,

I learned that I was not made in the hospital...

But conceived by my mother...

And I grew up.

At the age of twelve,

My classmate silently cried as...

She was raped by her own brother,

And I grew up.

At the age of thirteen,

I became a catamenial teenager,

And I grew up.

At the age of seventeen,

My friend cried on my shoulder...

Confessing he was sexually abused...

By his own uncle since childhood,

And I grew up.

So many pyres,

So many swings...

So many laughs and so many weeps...

Infinite memories,

Gave me space to grow.

Now on half of life,

I always ask to mirror...

What is still to experience?

What is yet to suffer?

Will this process of 'growing' ever stop?

Each day a new day.

Each day a new lesson.

Still, I am not grown enough.

Every moment makes me mature.

But...

Now I can't say with confidence...

"And I grew up".

Don't know what might be hidden in that...

"Growing Up" !!!