When I was young, I swam through the sea without a care. Nothing I did truly mattered and the perils of the decisions to come seemed so far off. But now, as my judgment day nears, my still juvenile fins cannot take me far enough. The shiny hook is caught is my fragile cheek and of all the choices left to make, only two paths remain, acceptance and refusal.
If I accept defeat and let the hook take me away, I please those around me as well as though those above. I surrender to the life that I was always meant to live and therefore I am “happy”.
However, if I refuse, swim and struggle against the hook that binds me, I find the life I want to live. The disheartenment of those who prepared me for compliance will be grave and ostracism is certain and yet with all that, I still yearn for defiance.
It has been said that the choices I make define me. So I ask why? Why make these decisions now? For I am nothing but a teenager lost in a sea of indecisive people.
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The Summertime Mind
PoetryThis is a collection of poems and short stories I wrote and will be writing...:) hope you like it!
