The transition from boy to man is a complex squeeze.
Enclosed by life’s pressure I struggle to breathe.
Maybe I am not Ford Tough after all.
Life gives two options.
Continue to climb or you will not prevail.
I knew that one day I would grow.
I was unaware when that day would be.
My mindset changed.
Life changed accordingly.
Memories remind me of who I once was.
I then realize life cannot be recaptured from the past.
When I was a child.
I spoke like a child.
Reasoned like a child.
When I became a man I gave away childish things.
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Awesome work Elijah! Your poetry spoke truth to my soul. Continue to dream and may God continue to allow your words of expression to comfort and communicate to your readers. ( Love Mom)