Growth Costs

Came across some of my old poetry tonight and thought I’d change things up and bit and post some! Enjoy!

My youth was not
Really lost
Just used up,
Because growth costs
Pain and desire
Anguish and loss
All just tokens of a battle
Brilliantly fought
Poetry flowing
Like a waterfall
Rushing to be free
I hear my art call
Life flows all around me
Like the blood within my veins
Purity and security all given up in haste
Life is the total of losses and gains

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