Learning to Walk

I was young,
I could barely crawl.
Holding their hands,
every step of the way.
They walked on their own,
heads held high.

I am older,
I can barely walk.
Sometimes I slip, my foundation still weak.
Insecure and shaky,
but I will grow.

I will be older,
I will walk tall.
Independant and secure,
my foundation will be strong.
Their heads held high,
and so is mine.