What Did You Outgrow?

We all outgrow some things,
Sometimes our homes,
Sometimes ourselves,
Sometimes old mates,
Sometimes the wreck,
Sometimes brown woods,
Sometimes green grass,
Sometimes our uniforms,
Sometimes our pencils.

Where do we move
After the growing,
I guess that's what
We should be knowing,
Is it to the bricks and mortar,
Or to the love affair
Or to the World so blue,
That our eyes stay glued?

Feeling the new emotions,
Diving into those depths,
Looking into the future,
While going through transitions.

Way too much load in growing up
And giving ourselves a label,

To fit and become likeable,
We lose and then find the essence,
That we hold
In our soul,
To live fully and experience
That which the world has to offer,
Not merely as a gift,
Rather an intense call,
To give it our all.

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An intense grip!

Not having met you Never made me feel empty, But having met you Makes me feel weak, Not that I can't survive, But it's a struggle of not wanting to, A struggle of knowing All that should be known, And yet unable to Hold back from the unknown, A dying sense of urgency Although there is none in the vicinity, A profound feeling of having found A feeling so intense That it just couldn't be spent Even after exhausting every cent.

The Rising!

A tale of inspiration, building upright, from the gallows of darkness and kingdom of fight, A burning desire to give proof, of abiding strength and courage and coup, An inner whirlwind, rising and falling, like a sand dune with its crests and troughs, magically building the foundation of faith and truth, Its outcome will be a proof in time of all things worthy and filled with chime.

A Recovering Heart!

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