Poem: Growing Up
I had an assignment when I was in the 9th grade to write a sonnet for my English course. It had to include an analogy. I wrote it about what everyone had been thinking at the time; growing up, and I incorporated the analogy of how a bird learns to fly. I thought it was decent, and I would post it on here for all to see.
A fledgling no more it’s time for your test,
Time to spread out your wings and try for flight
Your parents withdraw, you must leave the nest
Beat your wings faster and fly away you might,
Foreboding and dark like a
Responsibility looms overhead,
The world overwhelms your protective shroud
Ready to torment, harry, and cause dread,
But then the Sun arises from the gloom,
It is a privilege not a hindrance,
Growing up is not an appalling doom,
It makes you strong and builds up endurance
The nest is empty, because you are
So spread out your wings, embrace the dawn.