Holding To Youth Poem by n. j. saroff

Holding To Youth



Holding onto my youth,
I don't want to grow up, though I want to figure this out
I don't want to settle, though I want a place to call mine
I'm wandering, falling, tumbling, wishing, wanting to go somewhere else
Be so free, loud, untamed
I live in the walls of my body
Walls that lost their innocence too soon
I was a crocus that bloomed at the first frost
I closed up
I'm trying to hold onto the moments, the memories, the times
But things drift away
I'll grow old
Every one does eventually
I just wish I was ready

Tuesday, April 4, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: body,depression,lost,sad,search,youth
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I wrote this on march 10 2017, it was inspired by my father's question of if I was doing all I was doing as a means of stopping to grow up.
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