All Nonfiction
- Bullying
- Books
- Academic
- Author Interviews
- Celebrity interviews
- College Articles
- College Essays
- Educator of the Year
- Heroes
- Interviews
- Memoir
- Personal Experience
- Sports
- Travel & Culture
All Opinions
- Bullying
- Current Events / Politics
- Discrimination
- Drugs / Alcohol / Smoking
- Entertainment / Celebrities
- Environment
- Love / Relationships
- Movies / Music / TV
- Pop Culture / Trends
- School / College
- Social Issues / Civics
- Spirituality / Religion
- Sports / Hobbies
All Hot Topics
- Bullying
- Community Service
- Environment
- Health
- Letters to the Editor
- Pride & Prejudice
- What Matters
- Back
Summer Guide
- Program Links
- Program Reviews
- Back
College Guide
- College Links
- College Reviews
- College Essays
- College Articles
- Back
The Price of Growing Up
In the path of growing
I fall down, I get up; I fall down, I get up.
I don’t know whether I become braver or not.
My wings are scarred. My feet are trapped.
I find it shameful when I dare not to say
What I want to say.
I shiver;
I stare at myself through the mirror.
My eyes full of tears.
Oh,
It hurts.
The past hurts.
A sense of powerlessness flows
Through my blood,
It touches my bones,
My muscles,
Every inch of my skin.
I walk to the window,
Wind gives me a warm hug.
A long, deep breath.
I touch my heart,
I tell myself that
We are meant to live with this.
Some things in this world are meant to hurt like a knife,
And some things in this world are meant to be worth a visit.
It is too cold here,
Let’s waiting for the spring.
Similar Articles
JOIN THE DISCUSSION
This article has 0 comments.
You will be healed.