I-den-ti-ty n.
A being of naiveness, just like the moon.
Yet the moon changes just like everything else.
With differing shapes and the inconsistency of the colors.
In childhood, it was uprooted like a tree.
Placed in different spots in hope of a new beginning.
But the fear of shriveling up is in constant mind.
It hopes and wishes for things to return to the way it was.
The pliable clay ready to shape into a new being.
/You’re a child. I’m an adult, /Make the right choice, /You’re too young to understand./
In the dark mist, the being travels upon the stepping stones of life.
Searching for the life it wants and wishes for.
Nevertheless there were bad choices and horrible monsters in its way.
The result of these obstacles is the acceptance of oneself and readiness to face the cold world.
Here he is now: Friend/ “Sister”/ Partner/ Dad/ Family./
Author's note: Another poem from English class.
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Poems that I wrote.
PoetryThere will be author's notes at the end of each poem to explain why I wrote them/what they are about. So sorry if it gets annoying. You can skip them if you want. And credits the artist of the art on the story cover.
