Current mood:

amused

Adulthood Poem
This sums up a lot of what I’ve been thinking of late. Its amazing how the answer just falls out of a book when you least expect it.

Adulthood
by Elizabth Barrette

You crept, you crawled, you walked at last you ran,
Through childhood as if it were a race.
As those before, each woman and each man,
You find yourself between-times, out of pace.

From Samhain ‘round to Yule the years have swung
And Carried all before them, like a tide:
Now you are grown, who yesterday were young,
And come to cross the threshold with your stride.

Today you are an adult, but newly made:
Your kind and tribe will guide you as you learn
How best to be yourself, and unafraid,
To hold your heart on high and let it burn.

You hold the greatest gift — to bring forth new life-
So use it well, for joy and not for strife.