Growing Up

Meditating on the words from the voice of a little girl

who saw the world in an imaginative form even through the twist and turns

Dreaming of the day she would become famous captivating

the people who doubted her creation

It was part of the plan since the beginning

even when she lost she knew she was winning

people thought she was crazy cause she was writing daily

Learning to remain standing even if she became hazy

If her legs started weaken, her heart would begin to strengthen

her eyes started tearing, her mind started clearing

scars started bleeding, but she would never start weeping

Grasping on the concept of life and her meaning for being seen

seeking for the purpose that purposely kept her on her feet