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

…Didn’t he?

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!

Stay tuned for more updates,

xoxo, second sister suzie

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