although age in and of itself
does not declare experience
or the depth of knowledge one has gained
and in my opinion is silly for anyone
to think otherwise
I'm always told
"your so wise for one so young."
Or
"oh I remember what it was like to be 19
and think you know the world."
Yet what they refuse to acknowledge
is that in 19 short years,
I may have experienced both
horrors and beauty
that they have yet to dream let alone see.
Who is to say that age is a boundary of the mind?
That inexperience creates an age divide?
Who are they to claim that we would be consumed
when they have yet to wander in our beaten old shoes?
Who are they to judge me of a story
they have yet to hear?
All becuse they refuse to lend an ear?

Strength is found in the most bizarre ways.

Like when you can't cry any longer,
or when there's more pain in your veins than blood.
You know those times when you break
& all your emotions collide
in a hail storm of feelings & sunshine?

Maybe it's just me,
when I'm shattered to a billion pieces
is when the brightest little lights of strength
find me,
these lights like to test me,
they like to see how far I'll go before I give in.
& Right before I lose hope, I find them.