Me in Lines and Stanzas

19, seems like a huge number
To a certain class of people
While it feels like 'passed time'
To another class of people
I belong to the latter

A child with a preordained future
Divine and articulately laid out
But almost swayed by her father's words
''Do this, its what I want''
She escaped that net; quite easy

Born with the gift of lettered words
And taken for granted by those around
Even herself
Swayed by the wind
But refuses the direction the wind set

Confused; what to do
Talent seems like a hobby
Arranged profession seems weary
The lifestyle of the ordinary seems boring without repair

Then she gets into the next ship
Seems to be sailing her way
She might have found purpose
And what she wants to be
Excited though, but seems shallow

Her time is ticking
Surprisingly
And her carved niche
Might not have been her intent
But carved already
Can take only a few tweaks

Quite the people pleaser
Isn't she
Contented to being loved by every
Placing important for last
And less important for first
How pathetic

Things seem to be in her favor
Or maybe its just a set up
Or even a trap
She thinks; to herself

Wearied head
Turbulent mind
Wild actions and decisions
Of course
Not particularly a joy ride

Going through the last teen stage
According to the numbers though
And supposedly growing up
It gets more wearying
Than the last year

Anyways she has a perfect mask
For her emotions and bare heart
While in her heart, she chants
The famous words of a boyfriend
"You'll be fine"

But it is fine, actually it is
Path has been lighted
Future promises to be beautiful
Realm of prophecies
Lingers atop her crown
And she's looked upon and called blessed

19, might just be a number
But has become the beginning
Of a beautiful future

#pecan

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