Growing up

villanelle after Rachel B. Baxter

Photo by leeroy (Pexels/Life of Pix)

Becoming all you want them to be
and nothing more
and only this, exactly what you see;
 
learning what it means to “just be me”,
yet still unsure;
becoming all you want them to be:
 
miniatures of you. Step cautiously;
step through this door,
And only this, exactly. What you see:
 
an image of your youthful self, set free
to fly, before
becoming all you want them to be,
 
chasing every opportunity,
until they roar.
And only this, exactly what you see — 
 
life’s circle closes; perfect unity.
Still, they adore
becoming all you want them to be,
and only this, exactly what you see.


This poem is part of the Villanelle Vestiges project on Chalkboard. I borrowed the refrains from this villanelle:

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