"Truly living" is a strange concept
I used to feel bound by it
But then I realized that
"Living" is an ongoing process and
That it's not something you do all at once
Hearing my name
Said aloud and
Being talked to
is still strange but
I'm getting used to it and
I'm loving it
There is so much world out there that
Had been hidden from me that
I'm finally experiencing and
It's wonderful
There are aspects of myself that
I didn't know I had;
Before college I was a shell of
Who I could really be, and
The people I surround myself with are
The ones who are helping me grow
Like a seed planted in winter,
I was stunted
And now it is summer,
And I am flourishing
I am happy here,
With these people
Six is a powerful number and
The amount of friends we usually have in our dorm
At once
I was so worried about making friends but
I had never had true friends before now
They have lent me their ears and their laughter and
I don't feel judged for the first time and
It's the most wondrous feeling
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"untitled" - A life in poems
PoesíaI refuse to let my family read this, but hey, why not all of you? . . . I've been wanting to post this for a while. This was my English final, in which I wrote 18 poems detailing 18 important points in my (then 18) years of life. Most of these are...