Today I found my journal from high school, which contains some written entries, but mostly poems. Like I said, poems come to me when life gets emotional, and we all know high school was an emotional time. Or shall we just say a hormonal time? Jokes. Anyways, I will be posting my old school poems sporadically until I post them all. Here is my very first poem of my beloved journal:
Written at 10:38 p.m. on Sunday, January 11, 2004 (which just so happens to be my Mother’s birthday)
The Only Thing Certain
Who knew time would fly?
Who knew you wouldn’t feel any different?
That growing up would produce a sigh?
The world is a sphere of irony.
It can’t be avoided or faced – it’s unexpected.
It comes alone at times, and at others with company.
When you feel exactly the same, yet completely changed.
When all you want to do is be you – no mask or screen.
Just stripped down to the true self that only wants to be seen.
The irony is, you have no idea how to escape your own fallacies.
Who are you? The end all of all inquiries.
Funny how the only thing holding you back is yourself,
And the only thing to fear is fear itself.
Where to go? Who to turn to? When
The Only Thing Certain is You.
Ironic, huh? That I can relate to myself right now as a college senior exactly the same as when I was at the beginning of my high school years. The only edit I made was to the last sentence; it ended with a question mark, and now ends with a period. It’s not so much a question to me anymore as it is a truth.