Growing

Growing

A poem by Thea Rickard

Growing older falling out of love with the

World whatever that means

Getting larger but feeling sort of

Smaller

Doing more to hurt less

Feeling a bit like crinkled tissue paper

Trying desperately to smooth it out but

Creased still.

Moving cliche to cliche

Realising that nothing is really important but

Everything is important.

Maybe growing up is realising the truth

Or getting bogged down by the lies?

I don’t really think we’ll ever know.

Thea Rickard is an activist, speaker and poet. Find more from her @thearickard