17 years

17 years,

of growing and learning.

These are the days,

I remember how much I am me,

each year passes,

I find more pieces of me,

I pick them up off the ground,

build myself up,

after so many years,

of tearing myself down.

Now is the time,

for me to look inside myself,

know I am loved,

not for who I seem,

but for who I am.

17 years on this earth,

walking these streets,

watching clouds float by,

losing people,

finding new people.

Finding myself.