She lingers in between,
Where girlhood loosens its grip
And womanhood hasn’t claimed her yet.
Her body learns weight.
Her heart learns wants.
Nothing fits—
Not her reflection,
Not her voice.
She feels lost.
Yet, she is merely forming.
Quietly, painfully,
Into herself.
Jan 2
Jan 2, 2026 at 12:11 AM UTC
She lingers in between,
Where girlhood loosens its grip
And womanhood hasn’t claimed her yet.
Her body learns weight.
Her heart learns wants.
Nothing fits—
Not her reflection,
Not her voice.
She feels lost.
Yet, she is merely forming.
Quietly, painfully,
Into herself.
I will soon be 21. But the scars of when I was 13 still haunt me.
