Growing Older

Another year goes by and I’m growing older
I can feel the weight of the world on my shoulders
No matter what I do, My heart is growing colder
My walls are thick, they are as hard as a bolder
I carry my heart on my sleeve, my feelings in a manila folder
None of this may make any sense
But let me finish this poem, simple or intense
I feel like I am living, yet dying at the same time
Because I’m growing older, I value the cent of a dime
Money comes and money goes
Where this poem is going, no one truly knows
I just feel like I am so lost and confused
I’m writing about the same things because I feel so used
Growing older isn’t as fun as it seems
Because I’m losing grip on what is important to me, ripping at the seams
When I was younger I thought I was invincible
But now that I’m older, I’m just feeling invisible
The life we once knew, is no longer here
The way the world is today, I wake up everyday in endless fear
The weight of the world on my shoulders
Is growing and growing, but I refuse to give up as I’m a silent soldier
These are my thoughts about growing older
Unfortunately the aftermath is making my heart grow colder

Stephanie Davis
May 2021