Eighteen Years

Eighteen Years

Struggle through the air

I’m falling! No stopping now.

To hit the ground is heaven,

The awkward trappings gone at last

 

In warmth I stayed for days,

For weeks…who knows?

Drinking in the life and waiting

Resting where I’ve fallen

 

But as the sun creeps out,

The clouds part with light

The darkness lifts for me

So I may reach skyward

 

Stretching, reaching growing

Feeling stronger, standing taller,

I absorb the sun, my freedom

I understand now what it means

 

I must survive the weather

The rain, the sun the snow

I must survive it all,

Or my purpose… goes unknown.

 

My future is automatic, I know

It will bring laughter, love and joy

The seeds will drop from the heavens

Allowing new life to sprout in falling leaves

 

And when that little tree stands tall

When all my leaves go brown and dead,

My purpose, once a mystery,

Will be fulfilled completely.

 

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Ralphy]

Awe, congrats on your Big 18. I love the write it shows the anticipation you endeavored over time, just waiting, hoping it would come. Like any soul here on earth, life brings forth that mystery, the unknown, and the quasi light that guilds us through our next phase. You are a wonderful writer and of course, I only expect more of you now that you have passed that threshold, so never look back unless for reference, stride forward and let your voice sing.

[Carissa]

i love the comparisons of the aspects of nature with the natural flow of life and how we must all live it, and should embrace it. I feel as though I'm there and I am the speaker. Your words pull me in. It's a beautiful and inspirational write, katie. thanks so much for sharing! :)

[Carissa]

i love the comparisons of the aspects of nature with the natural flow of life and how we must all live it, and should embrace it. I feel as though I'm there and I am the speaker. Your words pull me in. It's a beautiful and inspirational write, katie. thanks so much for sharing! :)

[Justin Tobey]

Congrats on turning 18! :D

I like the metaphor of the tree (of course, I just really like trees, so it might just be me. :) , and your search for meaning and purpose. Well-done. :)

[Wildfleour]

Katie - the beauty of poetry is to allow the reader their own interpretation. Trust the reader and remove the explanation below (smile).

I liked the comparison. :)