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.
Wow, this is really beauriful <3
ReplyDeleteGah. That is absolutely gorgeous.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful...
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I just turned nineteen--I feel ya. *hugs*
ReplyDeleteI love the picture!! Did you take it? :)
I know this is odd, but you are onl nineteen?
ReplyDeleteWhich 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 me...like...24. at least.
but only a year?
your soul must be an older one than mine.
Deborah - No, this picture is of a bridge in Tibet that I found via Pinterest :) I certainly /wish/ I took it!
ReplyDeleteAshley - 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.