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The Prompt: All Grown Up—When was the first time you really felt like a grown up (if ever)?


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It stretches forever in front of me.
There, no future happens until I create it.
And that is the power of words
that rub like pieces of gravel in my shoe.
I become less of a child in bearing them,
grow to adolescence as I pry them from my shoe.
In storing them on the page, I become my own creator—
writing a new world with each decision of word.
On the page, I can, if I so choose,
grow up again and again.
Each page filled or every edit of the last
becomes another part of me
that tells the same story:
that growing enough to fill the space inside of me
never happens.


6 thoughts on “Blank Page

    1. lifelessons Post author

      Exactly! I feel like every time I write something, I am examining a new part of myself and growing as a result. You understood the poem perfectly. Thanks for doing so and commenting, ABC—Judy


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  2. lifelessons Post author

    “”How to Walk with Rocks in Your Shoe” is a great post by alphabetstory. Hope you read it. It includes a song that follows the same theme…A sort of cobblestoned road of ideas!—Judy



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