Grow

There was once was a time...

By Lex T. BarnettPublished 3 years ago • 1 min read

Photo by Aditya Romansa on Unsplash

There was once a time

Tiny hands I used to hold

Now you rise and fly

sad poetry

About the Creator

Lex T. Barnett

She is enthused with worlds of fantasy to a point where it hinges on obsession. A hopeless romantiic at the best of times and a sobbing mess at the worst.

Reader insights

Be the first to share your insights about this piece.

How does it work?

Add your insights

Comments

There are no comments for this story

Be the first to respond and start the conversation.

Keep reading

More stories from Lex T. Barnett and writers in Poets and other communities.

Due at 11:59
Stressing student life Homeworks due at midnight Time is flying by
By Lex T. Barnett3 years ago in Poets
Once Worry-less Questions to Heavy Messages and Conversations
“Hey let me know when you get home” “I’m home.” “Are you safe?” “It’s 2 am and it’s dark out be careful of unmarked cars”
By Cadma4 days ago in Poets
Aware
I wish to be aware of the slightest gain growing in my mind, preparing for the day, when in the morning, it expands with the rising of the sun,
By Natalie Wilkinson6 days ago in Poets
Surviving January: Part II
“My budget is tighter than my grip on reality.” – heard in a video about adults falling into debt in order to let their children, or themselves, enjoy vacations.
By Kendall Defoe 7 days ago in Journal

Grow

There was once was a time...

About the Creator

Lex T. Barnett

Reader insights

Be the first to share your insights about this piece.

Comments

Keep reading

Due at 11:59

Once Worry-less Questions to Heavy Messages and Conversations

Aware

Surviving January: Part II