The Pains of Growing

 THE PAINS OF GROWING

Perhaps in your eyes sometimes,

I am like a delicate flower swaying in the wind,

you fear I might get ruthlessly plucked off even to my root,

or I am always like a newborn, carried about with cautiousness. 

It seems as though my value shoots up in your eyes sometimes,

I appear to be a newly formed rock wh has weathered some storms,

You might think I am most suitable for a beautiful carving,

But when I slowly crumble to dust when you set your edge upon me,

You and I might realize, it's too late to give up. 

My worth is always to be underestimated and overestimated,

no worthwhile middle ground in sight,

even the first sign of solace is always ruthlessly snatched away

and the tears in the middle of the night go unheard.

I am still a little sprout even if I have opened my petals to the world.

I am still an ignorant scholar even if I possess worldly knowledge.

I am still weak even though nothing can surprise me.

I am still maturing and I am still growing.

The day this young sprout will become a beautiful flower,

that day, is yet to be seen.

EXTRA INFO;

My book, Queen Kohra is still ongoing on Webnovel. In case you want to read it, you can go on webnovel.com and search for Queen Kohra. The second season, Era of Lesker, is being uploaded in the same book. 

Thank you as always for reading. I love you.