I've learned lots of new things
in my first year of middle school,
and I don't know if I should thank people
or if I should resent some for it.
The beginning of the year
started with a hurricane
right after a Timberwolf Express
that sent me into a well of impatience;
but what surprised me was
how innocent I really was
before all the things that I went through.
It wasn't all big and graphic and bold,
but it opened me up
to the pain I knew I had to face
heading into adolescence.
I had to go through the pain of
knowing what it felt like
to have nightmares of the one who had left;
to have fears that your friends don't care;
to have worries about your own world and what's happening outside....
The pain started off small.
I dismissed it as such.
And it sort of still is-
Nothing but a small, lingering doubt.
But from the days I had to wonder
how my future will play out;
what my friends were really doing;
how to stay hidden
while standing out at the same time...
It all haunted me,
and they were all very small things.
But there is one truth
that I've been knowing for a while
but not really knowing
until now:
The very tiniest of things
can make a big impact
starting from the prologue
of your new story.
STAI LEGGENDO
Love, Loss, and Life
Poesiaa collection of poems about my sixth grade year. no identification with actual persons (living or deceased), places, buildings, and products is intended or should be inferred. Love. Loss. Life. These are the three things that have been thrown at me...
