a year ago today, i wrote a poem,

and i remember i was really proud of it.
hung it up on my wall and everything when it made the newspaper.
a year ago today, i took the grey-brown frown of november
and molded it into metaphors with my own two hands. looking
back, some of them are impressive, some a laughable attempt
at trying to be impressive. but that's all it is, really?
laughable. you can't take anything too hard. besides,
what good is being a poster child with no Blunders to be re-named
Nostalgia in another year from now? i'll learn
from some of my mistakes, foster something different, something
better. and some, i'll never stop making, they're just who i am.
but it doesn't really matter, i think. does it?
you live, and you learn and sometimes you don't.
but the most important part is that you live. that's all.
today, i wrote a poem.

elise.writer

VT

14 years old

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    i've heard this story a thousand times before.

    i've seen it unfold. it started with a glance, became a smile,

    became a longing. when i realized it was my turn,

    i was too late. no one told me how hard it would be