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Growing up is never easy.

By Jillian SpiridonPublished 3 years ago 1 min read
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Young
Photo by Annie Spratt on Unsplash

children pass through playgrounds

like they travel through burgeoning life,

the way they drift from slide to swing—

never looking back, always ahead

and when they do turn their heads,

their eyes tell stories that are unique

to the realm of youth and vigor,

a thing that takes your breath away

so while they glide among jungle gyms,

the plastic and concrete and vinyl rising,

they don’t know to cherish the little things

that they will miss in the years to come

don’t be envious of the young and naïve,

because learning and growing hurt like hell,

and it’s something you would never want

to live over again, pendulums swinging

just watch them with open eyes and know

that their journeys from here will be strewn

with all the broken glass of adolescence,

lifetimes lived but forgotten as years go by

sad poetry
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About the Creator

Jillian Spiridon

just another writer with too many cats

twitter: @jillianspiridon

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