TWELVE (3 cinquain stanzas)

At twelve

An awkward age

The things that fill your mind

Some things you really shouldn’t know.

Great guilt.

 

Your mind

Is not your own

No control where it goes

Feelings come that you can’t explain.

Great fear.

 

Let go

Get it all out

Be rid of it somehow

Don’t act on it, it just comes back.

Great shame.

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