Within the past year, life has been a bumpy ride with no pitstops in between. It's been a constant obticle that I just couldn't conqure. Outsides were colder. Insides were tarnished. There was an overcast with an underestimated consequence. But as the overcast slowly drifted away, so did the tears and fears of what tomorrow would bring. Oridnary teenaged problems didn't seem as big as they once were. Questions like, What should I wear? or, What should I do? or, How am I gonna get there? didn't have a place in their once ordinary home. Being forced to grow up and act your age, even though you were still a child, placed it's unwanted role. Even though the unexpected happened it wasn't necessarily bad. Experiences, good or bad, made me a stronger, more independent person. Yet, still needing the hand of a comrade. Smaller than I, or larger, it didn't matter as long as they had an ear for listening and arms for hugging. My life is currently looking good. I look forward to the next day, even though I dread the early mornings. There may be more deaths, more cancer, or more stupid teenaged problems in the near future, but as long as I have that ear, and those arms, I'll be fine. Because I'll get there somehow, and I won't have to aske anymore.
Reason for writing:
Because it's my life. I love to write different things and for some reason, I thought that this poem is really something to me because it describes my experiences and my life.
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