Poetry Day Ten

 Growth - A poem by me

Growth.

I’ve grown so much.

Just in a few months.

I’ve became someone I’m proud of.

Kind, gentle, smart, and well read.

Just like always.

But no longer am I a rug. 

No longer do people walk all over me.

No longer do I spend time with those who waste mine,

Or leave me empty and in need of a refill.

My cup stays half full at all times. 

And there’s always more where it came from,

At least for those who matter.

I’ve grown.

Thank God I’ve grown.