Sunday, March 16, 2014


winter fades
spring is late
and the grass is still brown,
 d e a d.

i am nineteen
not a teen
not a woman

yet the roles i am given to play
are heavy, weighted with maturity
that i do not see carried by others like me (not like me)

they carry textbooks, schedules, futures
i follow tasks set down before time, holding impossible dreams

monotony, sacrifice, slow reward
a time to wait

winter fades
spring is late
and i am in-between. 


  1. Wow, this is really beauriful <3

  2. Gah. That is absolutely gorgeous.

  3. Beautiful...
    Country Girl's Daybook: recently,

  4. I just turned nineteen--I feel ya. *hugs*

    I love the picture!! Did you take it? :)

  5. I know this is odd, but you are onl nineteen?

    Which means you are only a year older than me...
    I don't know how to feel about this, I always thought you were a good deal older tham at least.

    but only a year?
    your soul must be an older one than mine.

  6. Deborah - No, this picture is of a bridge in Tibet that I found via Pinterest :) I certainly /wish/ I took it!

    Ashley - Really? I always thought people would think me much younger than I am because I have a tendency to write about silly things :} Though, perhaps not recently.