Becoming of Age


In the rush of
fiercely cold water
dampening
my parade of hope
I realize my parade
was a child's delusion,
merely make-believe,
and now, in these
agonizing and crucial moments
I will be a child no more
but
a lady, just as
dumbfounding
as reality
but twice as
interesting

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