Stepping stones

​I think growing up means

That you recognise your patterns

And try not to let them repeat

Maybe we slip up a few times

But we try our best

To be our best

And not slide back into

Whatever mechanisms 

We used to cope with 

insecurities in the past

So we stop 

And we process our feelings

And we move on

Like children do

Instantly and unbothered

A fall is just a fall

Not a reflection of all your abilities in life

You just get back up again

And try till you get it right

Because the possibilities are endless

And you have to let go of the past

To make room for the future

And what’s to come is

Far better than what has been.