The Poem Of My Life

Before I knew how to dive 
 I used to belly flop every time. 
Stinging skin, turning red for hours. 

People think I'm quiet 
but I am loud  
once you get to know me. 
I am the one who waits for you  
while you stop to re-tie your shoe. 
Others may keep walking, leaving you behind.  

Let me take your hand, I'll make it right 
I am the one who loves the cold weather. 
I love the sting of the cold against my now red nose 
And the feeling of snow falling down 
Sticking to hair and clothes 

I am the one who hates conflict.  
In real life, books, and movies. 
Cause there is no guarantee 
That this life is easy. 
So, I like the stories that end with happily ever after 

In the circus of my family, I like to sit back 
And watch the show while my sister and brother 
Run in the spotlight 
I have my parents by my side. We'll be alright. 

At school I'm the shy kid who sits  
at the back of the class.  
Most indecisive in the group, always wanting  
To make others happy  
Maybe you don't like talking too much about yourself 
Is what people have told me 
Don't care so much about what other people think 
Don't worry so much, just try your best 
Finish strong.  
Repeated too many times 

Just sometimes, it’s too much 
You said pick a line from a song we love 
Yet I couldn’t pick just one 
So, the lyrics are here, hidden between the lines 

My memories are happy. Trick or treating, dressed as a frog.  
My best friend as bright yellow duck.  
Laying on the floor with buckets of candy. 
That's all I have to say. 
This is the story of my life  

 

ashlyn_foley

VT

19 years old

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