30

It’s coming to me

whether I liked it

or not, it’s my biggest fear

Oh god, can I trade my tears

for the clock to go slower ?

I thought I knew her

the girl I was when I was 24

wishing her life went faster

crying in the rain at 5am

rather die young than stay the same.

She didn’t know the littlest things

could mean so much to me

being able to breathe, to sing

to see the Sun rising

and hear her heart beating.

She didn’t know

every life begins with a cry

like fire in the snow

like trying to stay afloat

when you’re sinking deeper

like a late bloom flower

I thanked her

for falling so I can stand taller.

t.l.

I’m becoming 30 soon.