{"id":3050,"date":"2025-02-17T11:35:11","date_gmt":"2025-02-17T11:35:11","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/walkingshadowpoetry.com\/blog\/?p=3050"},"modified":"2025-02-17T11:35:14","modified_gmt":"2025-02-17T11:35:14","slug":"grown-but-not-growing-spoken-word-by-walking-shadow","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/walkingshadowpoetry.com\/blog\/grown-but-not-growing-spoken-word-by-walking-shadow\/","title":{"rendered":"Grown, But Not Growing Spoken word by walking shadow."},"content":{"rendered":"\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">They say age is just a number,<br>but I\u2019ve seen toddlers in grown-up bodies,<br>throwing tantrums in suits and heels,<br>demanding respect they never give.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">I\u2019ve seen old souls in young frames,<br>silent in a room full of noise,<br>watching, understanding, choosing peace,<br>while those twice their age are out here<br>fighting battles that ain\u2019t even worth it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Maturity,<br>it\u2019s not the candles on your cake,<br>not the years you\u2019ve stacked like books on a shelf,<br>it\u2019s the wisdom inside those pages.<br>And some of y\u2019all,<br>y\u2019all been growing old,<br>but you ain\u2019t been growing up.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">It\u2019s the way you talk when you\u2019re angry,<br>the way you listen when you don\u2019t agree.<br>The way you say sorry,<br>not because you lost,<br>but because the relationship mattered more than your ego.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Maturity is knowing when to walk away,<br>not because you\u2019re weak,<br>but because some fights steal more than they give.<br>It\u2019s knowing silence can be louder than words,<br>that not every comment needs a comeback,<br>not every insult needs a reply.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">It\u2019s in the way you handle pain,<br>do you heal or do you pass it on?<br>Do you carry bitterness like a badge,<br>or do you let go so you can grow?<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">It\u2019s the way you value time,<br>do you spend hours proving a point,<br>or do you invest them building a life?<br>Do you chase clout or character?<br>Do you flex for strangers,<br>while your real ones struggle in silence?<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Maturity is not just about knowing what\u2019s right,<br>it\u2019s about doing it even when no one\u2019s watching.<br>It\u2019s about taking responsibility,<br>owning your mistakes,<br>learning, unlearning, relearning,<br>growing through what you go through.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">&#8216;Cause see,<br>everyone grows old,<br>but not everyone is growing up.<br>And at the end of the day,<br>the real question is\u2026<br><strong>Are you?<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n<figure class=\"wp-block-embed is-type-video is-provider-youtube wp-block-embed-youtube wp-embed-aspect-16-9 wp-has-aspect-ratio\"><div class=\"wp-block-embed__wrapper\">\n<iframe title=\"HATA HILI LITAPITA by Lilian Kanja Ft.Precious Owoko\" width=\"500\" height=\"281\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/iuuyIC6eMAc?feature=oembed\" frameborder=\"0\" allow=\"accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share\" referrerpolicy=\"strict-origin-when-cross-origin\" allowfullscreen><\/iframe>\n<\/div><\/figure>\n\n\n\n<figure class=\"wp-block-embed is-type-video is-provider-youtube wp-block-embed-youtube wp-embed-aspect-16-9 wp-has-aspect-ratio\"><div class=\"wp-block-embed__wrapper\">\n<iframe title=\"DON&#039;T END IT NOW | FOR EVERYONE STRUGGLING WITH SUICIDAL THOUGHTS BY @WalkingShadowPoetryKenya\" width=\"500\" height=\"281\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/vxNYAO2Fyoc?feature=oembed\" frameborder=\"0\" allow=\"accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share\" referrerpolicy=\"strict-origin-when-cross-origin\" allowfullscreen><\/iframe>\n<\/div><\/figure>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>They say age is just a number,but I\u2019ve seen toddlers in grown-up bodies,throwing tantrums in suits and heels,demanding respect they never give. I\u2019ve seen old souls in young frames,silent in a room full of noise,watching, understanding, choosing peace,while those twice their age are out herefighting battles that ain\u2019t even worth it. Maturity,it\u2019s not the candles [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":3051,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false},"categories":[121,97,25,98,1],"tags":[35,49,34,67,50,61,55,53,22,48],"class_list":["post-3050","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-poem","category-poetry","category-solitude","category-storytime","category-uncategorized","tag-poems","tag-poetess","tag-poetry","tag-preciousowoko","tag-spokenword","tag-spokenwords","tag-stories","tag-story","tag-walkingshadowpoetry","tag-walkingshadowpoetrykenya"],"aioseo_notices":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/walkingshadowpoetry.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/02\/pexels-photo-531844.jpeg?fit=1880%2C1253&ssl=1","jetpack-related-posts":[{"id":3046,"url":"https:\/\/walkingshadowpoetry.com\/blog\/a-faithful-man-a-rare-breed-by-walking-shadow-poetry\/","url_meta":{"origin":3050,"position":0},"title":"A Faithful Man, A Rare Breed by walking shadow poetry.","author":"walking shadow poetry kenya","date":"February 3, 2025","format":false,"excerpt":"They say, all men cheat.Like it\u2019s written in stone, like it\u2019s a fact of life,Like loyalty is a language they just can\u2019t speak. 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