Grow and Prove

lava

Some days
I am grateful for growth,
for maturity, for controlling my temper.
But
other days I long
for the old B.
The twenty year old version
of myself;
Who was quick to set fire
with her tongue.
Whose temper was nothing but
spontaneous combustion, lava
and tornado like wind.

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