Growing Up Poem by Luciel Dawning

She sat on her burning birthday cake,
Realising that some things do change.
She cries out an ocean, a river, a lake
Drowning everything within her range...
Boys don't love, maybe they can't love;
The sloppiest kiss might just be an excuse.
If the slightest hurt bleeds the bitterest blood,
Then a lifetime is but a would-be abuse!
So what if it's hard growing up alone?
Isolation matches fear, fear matches her.
Candies and sweets can't always heal the wound;
And wounds only heal to be torn open later.