17

You are 17.

17 is your number,

Your rings round the sun.

You are 17.

And your dreams roll like thunder,

In the race that you run.

Hold to the fire within you,

Breathe in the life that is yours.

Know that this is a place,

Where you’ll always belong.

So dance in the rain,

‘Til the wind drops again,

Oftimes, the storm makes you strong.

You are 17.

17 is your number,

So wear it with pride.

You are 17.

Seems the world has it figured,

Or they’ve just learned to hide.

Hold to the fire within you,

Breathe in the life that is yours.

Know that this is a place,

Where you’ll always belong.

So dance in the rain,

‘Til the wind drops again,

Oftimes, the storm makes you strong.

The wrongs and the rights,

With a hot cup of tea.

Chattering magpies

Beat trolls on TV.

A smooth autumn morning,

With the breeze in your hair.

Keeps you grounded,

For you are aware,

That you’re 17.

17’s just a number,

So much more to be told.

You are 17.

You don’t live by a label,

As you let life unfold.

Hold to the fire within you,

Breathe in the life that is yours.

Know that this is a place,

Where you’ll always belong.

So dance in the rain,

‘Til the wind drops again,

Oftimes, the storm makes you strong.

Oftimes, the storm makes you strong.

© Jane Thomas