Growing Pain

They say I’m almost grown now,

but I still feel half a kid,
with questions stacked like building blocks
and dreams I never hid.

My voice is changing slowly,
my thoughts are growing fast.
I miss the days of make-believe,
but know they couldn’t last.

It’s strange to feel so in between
not quite there, not quite gone.
But maybe that’s what growing is:
just learning to hold on