by Faaria Asma Khanam
One more year young
A fleeting moment, barely begun
10 more years gone
10x more ahead, waiting to be spun
Sweet knock knock, 20’s at the door
Even though it’s right in front of me
I’m unsure of what lies beyond
Tick tock, 12 AM
Staring at the lady I’ve become
Blowing the candles, hoping I don’t burn everything around
Wishing I could be my sister’s age
Giving the performance of my life on the stage
Where the hell did she go?
The girl with the doe eyes, innocent smile
Same name but an altered soul
I’m ageing, stressing over being Ms.20
But here I stand, Ms.20, writing new stories
Stepping in with shaky legs and sweaty palms
But it’ll be okay right
If not at 20, maybe at 22
It’ll all be okay, Ms.20
Faaria Asma Khanam is a young writer.