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  • Coming Of Age

    • poetry

    Maybe its not a victory.

    Maybe progress is defeat.

    My old self, I cannot be.

    Where does he go?  Out on the street?

    It's not fair, he does all the work, just to take a chair?


    I served me well, to get this far.

    Doesn't improving, for the better, change who you are?

    Part of my old self feels like he's dying.

    Why should he go, when he's the one who did all of the crying?


    I often wished to be strong.

    I don't want my weaker-self to be gone.

    Don't let go, keep it together.

    I want to be me, forever.

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    Interesting poem. I truly believe that our new selves are just our old selves less sin. God wants to redeem us, not make us completely different people. It can be painful to give up relationships, pastimes, etc. that God calls us away from, but we bring our true selves with us all the way into eternity. 

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