Written by P.chez

Growing up feelings like walking through fog,

one foot steady while the other is trembling.

The world stretches wide with so much to see and do,

loud with choices, and quiet with doubt.

Some days you miss the safety of childhood ceilings,

other days you crave to see the stars.

It’s terrifying, how much you don’t know.

But it’s thrilling too, how much you might become.

You carry your past like a backpack, but your future like a flame.

And nobody tells you that growing pains don’t end with your bones,

they settle deeper, in the mind, in the questions that echo before sleep.

But still, you keep going because something inside believes in the beauty of becoming,

even when the road disappears beneath your feet and you feel lost.