Sometimes...

I'm so confused these days...indecisiveness, happiness, and bitterness mixed into one great hormonal stew...

Sometimes I feel so short,

low to the ground,

uknown to the world...

 

Sometimes I feel no doubt,

freedom to learn,

to fly through the skies blue...

 

Sometimes I feel like dust,

floating away in the wind,

nothing to keep me here...

 

Sometimes I feel like stone,

stagnant and weathered,

old and frail...

 

Sometimes I feel like sleep,

languidly placid,

knowing nothing but peace.

 

Yet sometimes I feel alive and well,

happy to breathe,

dying for more.

Author's Note

Poem IX of the 14/14 Poetry project.

Reviews

[gravitylava]

I freakin love this poem, 'cuz it's so true, i mean, being a teenager sucks. This is so well written as well; it shows that you are at least self aware and try to understand why you feel the way that you do. Good job!!

[Vannah]

okay. y cant i write like this?
ur too good :D
remind me to message u if i need help in my creative writing class. jk