"Are you ready?"
people keep asking me.
To put it concisely, no, I am not.
I am not ready to become a high school junior,
not ready to begin a new chapter in my life when
I am still stuck in the last.
"Ready?" they ask.
"Ready?" they ask,
over, and over, and over.
What is ready?
How can I possibly prepare?
There is no way... is there?
[A/N Lmao the unintentional rhyme there tho!]
"Are you ready?"
I wing my way through life—
how am I to move on like this?
Am I ready?
I'm supposed to be in the ninth grade,
a rising sophomore,
yet, here I am,
a rising junior.
Terrified,
of the things to come.
Scared,
to reach out and find myself.
Growing,
but how fast?
Befuddled,
at how fast the years flew by.
Just a second ago it was 2015,
but reality does this weird thing where it distorts itself into illusion,
then brings itself back to reveal the truth,
the truth that it is actually 2017.
May, 2017.
Wasn't it just April?
Where did April go?
Where does the time go?
Is it lost?
Do we need to go search for it?
No, there is no way to find it,
for time is an abstract noun,
something that is out of our hands,
no matter how much we try to take control over it.
"Are you ready?"
Five.
Four.
Three.
Two.
One.
Ready.
Set.
Go.
Smile.
Relax.
Learn.
Grow.
The year begins.
A/N
The last part, is it confuzzling? It is supposed to symbolize (to me) the start of the year, junior year, on picture day.
Song: The Princess and The Frog- Songs from the Motion Picture - Friends on the Other Side (Reprise)
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Poetry❝A struggle with body image is a study of physicalities and of the mind itself, for the mind plays with what the eyes perceive. The body, mind, and soul are connected, and it is up to us to determine how to respect them.❞ - Me These writings are my...
