i’ll be nineteen soon.
hard to imagine,
growing older, when you gain years
much quicker than you gain wisdom.
i don’t want to be more than a child.
i don’t want time to run out.
i wish i could stop time,
and be young for as long as i like.
but then the magic,
of running through a rainstorm,
laughing and singing,
of first kisses in the sunshine,
in the trees
of learning who i am-
would go away.
i don’t want to grow up anymore.
We all look at the world differently,
but today it all seems to move faster.
My years don’t match my wisdom,
Stupid choices haunt my days,
Haze my nights.
I’ve waited so long to be young and free,
But time has a funny way of moving.
Shaking the hourglass when you least expect it.
Today Was a Good Day
Today was a good day.
They don’t seem to come around much anymore,
and the simplicities of this one,
I can go to bed with a smile on my face.
Water pushes against my nose,
Tears my eyes,
sticks to my skin,
Ropes up in my hair.
I streak as fast as I can,
Move without balance,
I swim with muscle memory,
I love the bubbles.
Get up, get out, get moving.
So hard, sometimes.
But sunshine comes after storms,
and life is not measured by how many times you stumble,
Only how many more times,
You find the bravery to pick yourself up,
and get up, get out, get living.