Coming of Age, Part 1

You carry yourself
quite well
- for a child.

Doe-eyed;
allegedly unsuspecting.

Those minds,
those eyes,
unaware
of the depths
below
your placid surface.

The mirror
reminisces
your timid innocence.
But, you know

These hands -
these hands -
have aged.

It's time,
womanhood
isn't waiting any more.