The slow burn to growth

Oh to embrace its essence,

finally as we step out,

from our shut doors to reminisce,

the true victory and seek the non -repulsive route.

On the verge to conquer womanhood,

I lay with my head on thorns,

dreaming of stepping into the deadly neighbourhood,

and for fear’s death to mourn.

It’s not gonna be easy, 

that’s what I learn.

Real life is messy,

but it’s beautiful to see it unfurl.

To lose is not a sin,

to love is not a crime,

the decisions are mine,

for this time might be my prime.

So with a open heart I pry,

for growth in me to pass by.

For my mind to reply,

for its time to face the music and say goodbye.