Growing Out Poem by Cheryl McDonnell

Time span has captured the beauty
Lets sit on rocks and cry over yesterday
They sit spinning webs of lies
Part of me a dying breed dies

I grew out toward the sun
So I became the one
I grew out towards the moon
So many tomorrows all too soon

My clothes were holes
I fell into their souls
Wishing I had the time
To make reason out of rhyme

I grew out and no longer was
Part of my being died for us
I grew out and was forgiven
A sample of my blood was given

Maybe one day we'll get to grips
With the times the fabric rips
Bear the grudge with pride
So let us slip out with the tide.