my attempt at blending the arts I cherish

that thing we know as growing up


She stands before me, inching closer–

now reaching out her vibrant hand,

“Won’t you embrace me now?” she

asks. “You’re running

out of time you know.” I quietly

shake my head, sending

crystalized memories flying from my

damp cheeks. Her fingers laced

in mine, 8 whispers: “It’s okay.”

Gazing into her confidant eyes

I begin to wonder if she’s right. Then

5 squeezes my neck

between her plump arms. “Don’t

worry anymore,” she says

with a smile, “we’ll always be

together in spirit. Okay?” I nod.

Untangling myself from their

sweet clutches, I straighten my

shoulders, walk towards 21, and

from behind me the light of

dazzling innocence and unbroken dreams

illuminates the unknown.


4 comments on “that thing we know as growing up

  1. Abigail Partlow
    April 4, 2012

    I love you. This is beautiful, and you are handling things so well. You are made of stars, dear heart. Talk to you in a few short hours!

  2. laurengracie
    April 6, 2012

    This gave me chill bumps! This so beautiful Ahnna!

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