Stepping stones
I think growing up means That you recognise your patterns And try not to let them repeat Maybe we slip up a few times But we try our best To be our best And not slide back into Whatever mechanisms We used to cope with insecurities in the past So we stop And we process our feelings And we move on Like children do Instantly and unbothered A fall is just a fall Not a reflection of all your abilities in life You just get back up again And try till you get it right Because the possibilities are endless And you have to let go of the past To make room for the future And what’s to come is Far better than what has been.