I turn 18 in a month
I hear people say they feel the same
As if there wasn't a shift
But I can feel and see the shift
I am no longer a shy little girl
I am becoming a confident woman
No longer caged by my insecurities
I have spent up till now transforming
I have learned the weight of responsibility
The responsibilities of truths, lies, and secrets
The difference between consequences
for now and for the future

No, I don't feel like a child anymore
I don't yet feel like an adult,
but I feel like this is my first step
into real life

Fire pit
Burn bright
Light up guy fawkes night
Warm, and bright
Crackling with sparkling,
cinder light
Keeping aura's
buring bright, on this,
gunpowder plot night
1605
Conspirators alive
Crackling Crackling,
still here to strive,
cinders warm and,
alive.

© 2020  Carol Natasha Diviney

I carry a mask in my purse
for special occasions.
Turns out
wherever there’s people
there:
occasion