The Circle- 3: Adolescence

Growing, gains are a pain, and my bones hold the weight

As my fears and my dreams fight to proliferate.

The conflicts are plenty, and each of them leads

To a garden of questions, choked out by the weeds.

I fly towards the Sun, but gravity pulls hard. 

Each step, a new tether. Each fall, a new scar. 

Still, I move, though I stumble, unsure of my aim—

A name they once gave me feels heavy with blame.