Coming Of Age. Poem by Winter Coulter

Another step forward
Two steps back
Maturing to quickly
Childhood gone in a flash
An innocent smile
Never quite reaching her eyes
Lines on her forehead
A picture of her past
Loving again
But never quite as fast
Looking for a purpose
But blind to what is right in front of her
Searching for happiness
But passing him by
Finally it dawns
She loves him
Finally a smile that reaches her eyes
She is happy with her coming of age.