Grow – a poem


Grow – a poem

By Fran Watson


Growing hurts sometimes;

saying goodbye to friends,

to things you’ve known and done

to things, you wanted to do.

Growing heals sometimes

the shattered dreams and hopes

of life, you once knew

leading you to a new knowledge of yourself.

Growing is fun sometimes

meeting new friends

learning new things

making changes that feel good and moving on.

Growing is necessary always.

Without change there is stagnation

death instead of life.

To choose to live is to choose to grow.

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