when we age, we move forward, we grow

though one girl chose to not continue

carrying her lunchbox, cartoon rucksacks and newer baggage wasn't enough

she stopped, gathered her weight and began backtracking

moving backwards through time

her aging stopped

a female not mature enough to be a woman

rehashing what she passed and could not control

shouting out stale tales to those ahead of the path growing further away

though stress took its toll on her body and sanity

her soul failed to grow

perhaps a new journey is needed, maybe?