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Time is fast approaching,

To a point I'm scared to reach,

For me to finally become everything,

That I was born to be.

     

Seventeen years of age I am,

(I've reached my magical majority!)

I suppose this point I've reached is not so bad,

Seventeen, a time for me to just be me.

     

Soon to be eighteen years,

A time of independence,

No longer a child, but barely an adult,

I'm not ready for all these changes.

     

So many new found freedoms,

But am I ready for all these things?

How will I know what to do,

Now that I'm a puppet without my strings.

     

What choices to make, what things to do,

To be a girl respected,

Alcohol, voting now? I'm driving independent,

Well I guess it's all perspective.

      

Hopes and dreams, careers and things,

I miss the years just passed,

I'm surfacing from a dream,

To see this 'real world' thing,

       

No rules and no direction,

It's a crazy world out there,

So I guess for now I'll just take my steps one by one,

And see where my life is headed.

The End
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UponAtlas When I write poetry, I write whatever comes to mind, most often based on personal experiences; there's no set plot, no set direction for it to go. It's freeverse.

So don't hate (too much). :)

Atlas.
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Just a thought on each piece;

1. Once a cheat, always a cheat.

2. A love lost (strangely, this was running through my mind as a rap as I was writing it... so apologies if the rhyming of the stanza's are a little odd)

3. From a falling star

4. Forever and always; D, this is for you boo

5. Never in black and white

6. Healing reconciliation (the final piece in a collaboration with a friend; her pieces aren't posted, sorry)

7. When the world turns black

8. Friends, because they're worth it

9. Refugees to immigrants to citizens;
- dedicated to my parents for everything that they've done for my brother and I, giving us the opportunity to grow and thrive in a first world country such as Australia. Johnny & I are both Australian-born, but we'll never forget our roots.

10. Becoming an adult? No thanks, I'll pass.

:)

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