A Poem

How old are you in your mind?

Not, how old are you based on time,

Your age is measured in the treasures you find,

The nuggets of wisdom others left behind.

How old is the child in your soul?

The one carved out of your parents fold,

Always fighting for your truth and to be bold,

The one with the stories that need to be told.

How old is the structure of your universe?

As star dust and nebulas were your nurse,

That locked up your being in your heart’s purse,

Waiting patiently for your uniqueness to burst.

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