Growing Up: A Poem

growing up

isn't always easy

growing up 

isn't always hard

growing up

brings new surprises

growing up 

all along

when we are little

there isn't a care

we think we are old

but we're not

when we are little 

we snuggle with innocence

not realizing 

what is to come

we grow a little

and find out a lot

we grow a little 

and love

we grow a little

and then regret it

we grow, and then

we can't stop. 

but when we are old

we realize the good things

when we are old 

we are grateful

when we are old

we see what it was all for

when we are old

we wish to go back

so snuggle with innocence

and stay with innocence

think of the good

stray from the bad

just be grateful

instead of hateful

i promise, things will turn out. 

Ice Storm (a poem)

The curtains are drawn
on a cold winter's day
to keep those inside
warm.

The outside winds
can no longer see in
but they bang at the glass
panes.

Raindrops come pattering down
and hit the frozen ground
where they shiver and slowly
freeze.

The ice freezes over
bumpy yet smooth
and slowly the rain stops
falling.

The curtains stay closed
but people come out
and try to stay up on the
ice.

But it's only a matter of time
before the groups of cold people
carry their tired bodies
inside.

And so the curtains stay drawn
on a cold winter day
And the people inside can avoid
the ice.