Short stories

English 6 "Education" poem

Education

I step into the classroom, ready to work.

I sit at my desk with my pencil in hand.

I look at my open journal and think

An empty page is full of possibilities.

I let it all flow out.

Out comes the twisted mess of words

Flowing from my fingertips.

I try to tame the mass of words.

I twist and pull and sort until I have the start of a poem.

I get up.

I go home.

I wait.

The next morning I go to school.

I sit at my desk.

I open my journal.

I write.

I continue my poem like no time has passed

Adding a descriptive word here, a thought there.

I get up.

I go home.

I wait.

The morning after that I go to school.

I sit at my desk.

I open my journal.

I write.

I finish my poem.

I have made it.