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.
