The inevitable act of growing up.

The tree was so high,

I could not climb.

You picked me up

Placed me on a branch.

I stood but could not reach the next.

Still you helped until I could.

You came no more but still I climbed.

I touched the sky and you were there.

Submitted: September 13, 2015

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Good. Feels complete. I like it.

Thu, September 17th, 2015 5:37am


Thank you. I appreciate the comments. I am trying to become a better writer so input from everyone helps me towards that goal.

Wed, September 16th, 2015 10:50pm

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