Are growing pains the feelings stirred by being
a 20-something in that transient stage,
making you boundlessly hopeful and hopelessly dismal
all at once? And might they let you see
A Sunny Future while harbouring an Inward Storm,
or radiate the calm of a Summer’s Day
while bracing Gusting Gales Hither Tither?
To know the victory of growth and progress;
To reach a rung above the rung before;
But live in the stalemate of being yet nothing, always,
Only and ever nothing. Needing. Helpless.