Maturity does not come with age,
nor with the passing of time.
Some lives are full of years,
yet their hearts never learn.
Responsibility is not about age,
it is about facing your life
and accepting that it is yours.
It is the moment you stop blaming the weather,the hands that shaped you,the voices that failed you and begin to see your own reflection without turning away.
It is not perfection.
It is not control.
It is standing in the middle of your own chaos and refusing to abandon yourself again.
Because growing up is not becoming harder, or colder, or distant.
It is becoming honest.
And honesty hurts at first it strips away excuses like old skin.
But after the pain, there is something quieter underneath: a self that no longer needs to perform survival as identity.
Just someone learning that being alive is already responsibility enough.
@newgirldark
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NewGirlDark (Seudónimo) (
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- Comentario del autor sobre el poema: This poem shows that true maturity does not depend on age, but on taking responsibility for one’s own life. @newgirldark
- Categoría: Reflexión
- Lecturas: 17
- Usuarios favoritos de este poema: Un atisbo, Eduardo Rolon, Sergio Alejandro Cortéz, Antonio Pais, Mauro Enrique Lopez Z., Poesía Herética
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