the story of the girl yet to become a woman

she came with a lot of expectations

always running away of the same old days

for everything she did 

was not enough 

as she was growing up

as much as her whole inner was changing

the air, the people, the landscape

continued the same

she was still slipping away

the conscience needed to rearrange

the others corners of her wholeness too

just a natural course of the river

the attachment were to be temporary

but the lack inside was too big 

and now, even more massive

as the tides of time forms the rocks

without the only comfort she had in that town

the truest connections ever had

but some sacrifices had to be done

the fate was in danger there

that comfort zone was not a fertile earth 

to remain buried

old new great little additions and addictions

in different shapes and sizes

grand to the outter

little to the utter

making unrecognizable from just a few years ago

would take a while to get used

to these entirely new surroundings

the air, the people, the landscape

was never going to be the same again

all though, slipping through her fingers still 

the future, right beside, lurking

and right here, already

what was taught in the meant time

can not be measured

yet it exceed any expectation

and definitely, age means nothing

the age of the body is not the same of the mind

that is not the same of the heart

or soul

and it carries on

every part of us learn differently

in aspects, levels, chapters

because of this I say

I am turning from the girl to the woman

from a few years ago only

I get that I have my own time

and only now I am comprehending this

it is not a flaw

just a characteristic of who I am here and am becoming

we must know we are and will always be a process

from lows to grows, also a progress

changing

in my own way

discovering my limits

being stubborn with some parts that need to be changed

broadening my perception for everything

(in a poetic form of telling)

somehow, again,

a natural course of this universe I am

I see that clearly

only in a difference of one year and four months

how I changed

from inside out

yes, certainly,

a lot of parts of me can be proofs for

I am not the girl I was before

interspersing

I am not the woman I thought I was

on one hand, there is the fear 

on the other, the curiosity of who I will become

in the coming months, years, experiences

and until the moment I revisit this text

so, let it come

along with greater self-confidence

my maturation

****** text written in the day 03.09.21 and revisited, changed and finished on 06.01.23. ♥