The growth of a person is not measured on a wall,
Tick marks from three to five feet.
It is not measured on a scale at the doctor’s office,
Nor the makeup worn on a young face.
The growth of a person is not measured by how many steps we take in a day.
It is not measured by the goodnights or good mornings.
Not the grades on a report card or notes from a teacher.
The growth of a person is not shown by their trophies,
It is not shining through their scars.
The growth of a person is not filling the gaps of missing front teeth,
It is not in the notes passed in class or the journals under the mattress.
The growth of a person is not in heart breaks of passed boyfriends,
It is not the broken strings of a well-used guitar.
The growth of a person is in the way they look in the mirror.
It is the pep talks to calm the nerves.
The smiles on a bad day.
The growth of a person is in the strength they have.
It is in the sparkle of their curious eyes.
The growth of a person is not measured by events and items.
It is in the way the person sees themselves.
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I wrote this in highschool when I was really struggling with mental health it really helped me clear my mind and focus on helping myself grow and heal.