Maturity
I love the heart that beats within,
This tapestry of who I am,
A soul unique, where joy can spin,
A spirit reaching, hand in hand.
I don't deny the shadows fall,
The actions that I can't erase,
The stumbles, trip-ups, heedless call,
That leave a mark upon my face.
But comfort grows, a gentle vine,
Around the person I embrace,
Accepting flaws, both yours and mine,
And finding beauty in this space.
Yet confidence, a whispered plea,
To stand a fraction straighter still,
To let the truest essence free,
And climb with purpose up the hill.
For growth awaits, a boundless field,
In every corner, I can sow,
A harvest rich, a strength revealed,
And watch my potential brightly glow.
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