An Odd Age

I'm seventeen today.

Which is odd to say;

odd to be.

In my soul, I feel so old, yet so young.

I'm stuck between two ages.

A part of me has so much innocence

and another has nothing left.

One that's so young and ready for life

and one that's so old and lost in life.

Unsure of where to go or which path to take,

I'm stuck

right at the odd age of seventeen.

Painting: Galatée by Charles Jalabert

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