I mentioned a while ago that I’d written some poetry in my creative writing class. I’m currently stuck inside, bored out of my mind, due to a blizzard. So, I guess now is as good a time as any to share the first of my poems from class! Before I post, I want to gently remind everyone that poetry is not necessarily self-relfective. Don’t read too much into the poetry, because it’s not necessarily written about my own experiences. Thanks everyone, enjoy!
At thirteen, I lost myself,
In the arms of a boy who had no idea
What he was taking from me.
Maybe he knew what he was doing;
Maybe he thought it wouldn’t hurt;
Maybe he just didn’t care.
He was older, he should have known
He was older, he did know
Soon summer began, and our whirlwind love came to a close.
No more nights around the fire—
No more beer-soaked kisses—
No more heavy hands led by our marijuana-clouded minds—
Now all that’s left is me.
I am rising from the ashes
Of the flame he so quickly snuffed out.
I thought that he broke me,
And maybe he did.
But my cracks are healing,
And my tears are drying.
I will find myself,
And I will be stronger than before.
Thanks for reading my poetry, I hope you enjoyed! Let me know what you thought in the comments below, and please feel free to share!
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xoxo, second sister suzie