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The Woman I Am Today

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Faoiltiarna-Wolf

Published: Oct 28, 2009

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It seems as if this day, of all days...
I leave behind my childhood,
so much of my innocence
has been shed in the lessons
I've learned along the way.
A turning point, the cusp between
being thought a child and an adult.
Looking back, I see everything,
all that brought me to this point.
All the steps, all the trials,
things magical and things ungainly.
My triumphs and my failures,
these are what make me the woman I am today.
What lies ahead of me,
is still shrouded in mystery.
I may know what I want,
I may know how to get there,
but the journey will not be easy.
Some friends will fall by the wayside,
and new ones will step forward.
Things will change, and perhaps...
some will stay the same.
Only time will tell what lies ahead,
as I step through the doorway,
leaving behind the irresponsibility of my youth,
and start to shoulder the mantle of adulthood.
My thoughts, my words, my deeds
will all begin to carry more weight now
among my elders as I show them
how much I have matured.
As I become the woman I am today.

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