The dramatised proportions of change
Seem more so for someone such as myself
Who was free teenager, always wandering
Across the vast expanse of all she could be
Though she knew no destination, or even a direction;
Always open to all that came her way
With principles flexible, though still strict
A malleable character, influenced by all she saw
And ever-changing,
To fit the well quoted asymptote to perfection.
I was like a leaflet, flying, turning on itself,
Bending to the mercy of the breeze that carries it
A leaflet that never settles down
In a world where the wind never dies.
And now suddenly, I find myself on the ground;
I am a grown leaf.
Immobile, stationary, with all the stability I wished for.
But I'd wanted to be decided, not limited!
I desperately fight the shackles
Of my well defined personality
Of which even uncertainty is a  fixed character.
I bang on the walls of who I am
They're rigid; they don't give way
But I'll always go on to try
Until I gently realise
This is what growing up was all about.