Penelope

Poetry used to fall from my earthy lips like flowers.

My words were lightning

My hands thunder

My tears like glass and waterfalls

Falling heavily onto each chalky page.

Fifteen was good to me 
Will sixteen be too?
Will it be everything I’ve hoped for
Or will my hopes fall through?
It’s a bittersweet feeling
Growing older as we do
It’s hard to believe 

It’s been a long winter 
And the bitterness is still clinging to my mind
But the warmth is slowly seeping into my heart.
Spring is here and with it brings
The change I seek.
I will grow with the leaves and the grass