A Note to Myself a Week Before Finals

July 21, 2009
By Daniel Listwa GOLD, East Brunswick, New Jersey
Daniel Listwa GOLD, East Brunswick, New Jersey
14 articles 3 photos 1 comment

That each person has a silent ode
For when then the road is gone
To strengthen trembling knees against a heavy load
Like solitude-like rain-on a tin roof
Frighteningly aloof, yet cleansing and unknown
To lose oneself so far from home
Maybe deceived by never alone
Value perceived of quiet flight birds
Inside remains those unspoken words
Of cloudy nothingness but still strong
A love of oneself that can never be wrong

The author's comments:
This poem sat by the side of my bed waiting for a title. With my final exams only a week away, I quickly forgot about this poem so in need of a title. A week and a half and two finals later, I found this poem and felt as though it was written for me to read at that very moment- to reinvigorate me. And instantly the title came.

Similar Articles


This article has 0 comments.


MacMillan Books

Aspiring Writer? Take Our Online Course!