[for jen] 

As I get older I want to show  
that I carry my own hopes 
and other precious things. 

And I have come to know 
that each of us copes despite  
holding dearly to moments that sting. 

But it seems even though 
my arms are dead tired its 
likely because I constantly cling 

to a dense path of growth 
which means lifting myself up 
while trying to find my own wings. 

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