Growing Up

Anonymous

Growing up is like building your self into a home

A wall built from your childhood

A new brick for every memory

A crack for every Fall that left a scratch

A firm and steady, or a shaky and insecure

foundation that reflects the way

you grew up.

My wall has been beaten and bruised by

the experiences my life has fed me, but

flowers bloom at my roots because I

Survived.

My cracked wall cannot crumble because I stand solid

like my mother raised me to do.

A new floor for every milestone you hit

(and a staircase that helped you get there) bustling with furniture

and decorations.

You get these from people of your past

A piece of them that stuck with you

A way to see who and what shaped you

And dressed your soul

I've got floors that get me higher than trees.

I've accomplished much in my life

milestone after milestone

Each floor beams with personality from

all that people have left me with

plants from those who supported it

couches from the ones that comforted me

blankets from those that protected me

My walls are full and

my floors are crowded

plenty of gifts I've been left with

The older you get

the more your house evolves.

More and more vines creep up and wrap around you

as do your beliefs

insecurities

thoughts

The roof starts to close as you inch closer to

finding yourself

finalizing your structure

And leaving you as you are

to endure the the world around you

you must build yourself up so you stand

In the rain

In the wind

In the hail

But stay as you are you

You must build yourself to be a

Home

Its all you'll ever really have in

Life