Youth is the Spring

A poem about the struggles of growing up

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Youth is the Spring

A poem about the struggle of growing up, aging.

A poem about the struggle of growing up, aging.

Christina Davenport

A poem about the struggle of growing up, aging.

Christina Davenport

Christina Davenport

A poem about the struggle of growing up, aging.

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Brain full to bursting,

Like an overripe fruit,

Swelling in the summer,

Fermenting in the heat.

 

Thoughts blossom

Like little white flowers

That grow heavy and fall

At my feet,

So sweet.

 

The hall is a portal

To a much different place,

Where I am both small and tall.

I can feel the shift.

 

I descend and ascend

Until it’s all I see.

Through this sea,

I drift I and drift and drift

 

Like a fairy I am,

Or at least I pretend,

Stepping on leaves,

Drinking dew.

 

Like a child’s mind

I haven’t grown out of,

I don’t want to leave.

People always do.

 

Older and colder,

The heart like winter trees,

Brittle and barren.

Youth is the spring.

 

I don’t want to leave spring,

though wrinkles may etch,

maybe my mind will stay pink,

defy age and the slow sting

of death.

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