teenage angst

poetically expressed by my 15-year-old self . . .

a gentle rain stirs me from my restless sleep i struggle to hold onto the precious memories that i keep

and should the day begin as all the others do i shall mingle with the raindrops as my tears start out anew

i still remember that day many years ago how bored i was sitting in study hall with 2 of my friends

we decided to write poetry and then read our poems aloud

theirs were silly and fun mine weighed us down

the light mood of the day disappeared no more giggling no more banter

silence until the bell

do you remember what adolescence felt like? childlike play one moment harsh glimpses into adulthood the next

what is one image from your teen years that stands out the most in your mind? how has it shaped who you are now? what would you say to that 15-year-old today?

i know what i'd say "things are going to get better, better than you can even imagine"

thinking back, someone did say that to me over and over again

i didn't believe my mom then.

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