Ascent

Ascent

A Poem by Mariana Silva
"

The joy withing the depths of my soul I cannot so easily give to you

"

The final day draws so near,

Preparing at last to depart,

Nothing left to stay for.

Graduation day,

Senior Breakfast,

Senior activities,

All that lot!

At last, we face our ultimate fear.

Soon, all our friends will be far apart,

As we depart on a quest for MORE!

At graduation, it doesn’t matter what they may say,

Or how they may carry out their joyous fests.

It no longer matters how we dress for festivities.

Is this the beginning of the end, I think not!

 

Kindred spirits, I leave you today,

No longer shall I know the joy

Of being with you.

Weep not, rejoice in the freedom you will never know.

You must join a well-beaten path

As I join a path unbeknownst to all others.

No longer is life so intimidating to me.

As I embrace this wondrous day

I can finally partake fully of unlimited joy.

I cannot give this joy to you,

Joy for you to know, not understand and know.

Do not follow my path,

I can not allow you to crowd it with the dreams of others.

I can allow you only to look on and see…

 

My ascent!

 

© 2008 Mariana Silva


Author's Note

Mariana Silva
Inspired in part by Osho(look him up, he's a writer) and also by the end of a school year. Leave a few personal thoughts please.

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Very captivating piece.
"Do not follow my path,
I can not allow you to crowd it with the dreams of others." , I love this line brought me upon a new perspective. I will check out the aforementioned writer.
You have an excellent level of conveyance.
Chris

Posted 11 Years Ago



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A Poem by Mariana Silva