Pinpricks of Pride and Rivers of Regret
~Raunak Chopra
I am growing up and around.
There’s a difference between changing and evolving, I have found.
Still the same girl, sticky hands, scraped knees,
More hesitant and less loud now, same tree, new leaves.
I am growing up and around.
God complexes and lotus petals abound.
Remembering, pinpricks of pride and rivers of regret,
5 year old me would gasp, same soul, new debt.
I am growing up and around.
Trying to go back, digging my hands into the ground.
Protected by the downpour for a while,
Rain streams down my upturned face, fresh drops, same smile.
I am growing up and around.
My shining eyes, un-ubiquitous innocence surrounds
Looking up at the moon
Marveling at the patience of the patient, new music player, same tune.
I am growing up and around.
There’s a difference between changing and evolving, I have found.
Still the same girl, sticky hands, scraped knees,
More hesitant and less loud now, same tree, new leaves.
I like this!