These are words about growing.
You may have written your own;
these are mine.
I want goodness.
My story would be one of goodness, I hope.
You may have written your own;
these are mine.
I want goodness.
My story would be one of goodness, I hope.
As I approach twenty-one, I am strong,
and surprised by where I feel and what I defend.
I am eager to assert, live, and create.
But I fear misstep, as before.
And before.
I hate to gamble hastily,
or wobble only on the edge of success.
I am young and have nowhere to fall.
Well then I must smash.
and surprised by where I feel and what I defend.
I am eager to assert, live, and create.
But I fear misstep, as before.
And before.
I hate to gamble hastily,
or wobble only on the edge of success.
I am young and have nowhere to fall.
Well then I must smash.
lovely words. a life of goodness. happy friday! xo!
ReplyDeleteI love that last line!
ReplyDeleteYou write so beautifully!!
You are beautiful Brittany.
ReplyDeleteInside and out.
I say smash.
Why not?
beautiful words....just simply wonderful !....and believe me, at 45 I've realized it takes a long time to gamble with choices...but sometimes you just have to do it.....
ReplyDeletei really, really enjoyed this post... it was beautiful. i love your writing!
ReplyDeletehave a lovely weekend!
lovely blog
ReplyDeleteSo Emily, or Sylvia even. I love it.
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