poetry book

poem #1

The Weight of Knowledge

In the early morning light, the alarm clock screams,
A jarring wake-up call, shattering my dreams.
The day stretches ahead, a canvas vast and wide,
But the weight of school looms heavy, like a rising tide.

Backpack slung over shoulders, filled with books and dread,
Each page a silent whisper of the things I've left unsaid.
Math equations dance like shadows in my mind,
While history's long timelines leave me feeling blind.

The hallways buzz with chatter, a cacophony of sound,
Lockers slam like thunder, as I search for common ground.
Friends gather in clusters, laughter fills the air,
Yet I feel like an outsider, lost in my own despair.

The clock ticks down the minutes, each second feels like hours,
As I navigate the maze of classrooms, corridors, and towers.
Teachers with their lessons, their voices blend and blur,
While I scribble down notes, my thoughts begin to stir.

"Pay attention!" they say, "This will be on the test!"
But my mind drifts like a feather, seeking solace, seeking rest.
The pressure mounts like mountains, each assignment a steep climb,
As I juggle all the deadlines, racing against time.

Lunch breaks offer refuge, a moment to unwind,
But even in this haven, the worries creep and bind.
Will I finish that project? Will I pass this next quiz?
The questions swirl like autumn leaves, a whirlwind of what is.

After school, the hours stretch, with homework piled high,
Pages filled with formulas, essays that make me sigh.
The glow of screens illuminates my tired, weary face,
As I scroll through endless tasks, feeling lost in this race.

Extracurriculars beckon, clubs and sports to join,
But each commitment adds a weight, a pressure to conjoin.
I want to be involved, to find my place, my voice,
Yet every choice feels heavy, like I've lost my chance to rejoice.

The weekends come and go, a fleeting breath of air,
But even in those moments, I'm haunted by despair.
The looming shadow of Monday, with its tests and trials,
Makes it hard to find the joy, to wear a genuine smile.

I watch my peers around me, their confidence ablaze,
While I'm caught in a whirlwind, lost in a foggy haze.
"Why can't I be like them?" I ponder in my mind,
As I struggle with the feeling of being left behind.

The pressure to succeed, to excel in every way,
Feels like a heavy anchor, pulling me away.
From the dreams I once held close, the passions I once knew,
Now buried under textbooks, beneath the weight of "do."

But in the quiet moments, when the world fades away,
I find a flicker of hope, a light that starts to sway.
For within this chaos, there's a lesson to be learned,
That it's okay to feel overwhelmed, it's okay to feel burned.

Each stumble is a stepping stone, each failure a chance to grow,
In the garden of my spirit, resilience starts to show.
I remind myself that learning is a journey, not a race,
And it's okay to take a breath, to find my own pace.

So I'll gather up my courage, and face the day anew,
With the knowledge that I'm not alone, that others feel it too.
Together we can navigate this maze of school and strife,
Finding strength in our struggles, and joy in this life.

As the bell rings out its warning, signaling the end,
I'll carry with me lessons, and the strength to transcend.
For though the weight of knowledge can feel like too much to bear,
I'll rise above the chaos, with hope and love to share.

So here's to all the students, feeling lost in the grind,
Remember that you're not alone; there's solace to find.
In the overwhelming moments, let your spirit take flight,
For within the storm of school, there's always a path to light.