Adolescence, I carry you, bound like a heavy weight upon my back. Clinging to a hope of release, daring to believe in age. Even in the dark, I search. hoping to find a simple light. Though it is night, I leap, in faith. I strive, journeying to the end. Creating energy, looking for something, anything, a sign – no – a reason. Emotions lingering, pestered with grief. I pray my mind quiets, resting in the process. My suffering soul, tacked with thorns under the stars in its valiant survival. Wandering spirit with a shadow behind, youth is wearisome.