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Walking home from school on a winter's day

As I walk the snowy path,
I listen to my own self's wrath.
For this is the time
When I reflect myself
Back onto me,
And pick apart all of my deeds,
And hope the self reflection
Will set my soul free.
Unburdened by the trivial needs,
I let them fall back in the reeds.
My smile slowly fades to gone,
My soul sensitive as a small fawn.
My being changes on these walks
And I become a critic.
But is this really
the best way to be?
To critique oneself
beyond their means?
Or should I walk home in the snow,
And know,
that I am no more perfect
than the next
soul that walks this trodden path



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MeganCahill This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Apr. 24, 2010 at 6:52 pm
I would offer some constructive thoughts but I find this to be perfect just as it is. I could really relate to this, your words are the thoughts that go through my head as I go on my own walks. Beautifully written! This is one of my new favorites. Keep it up
 
RedHuntingHat replied...
Apr. 24, 2010 at 9:06 pm
Thanks so much!  This being my first poem, I really appreciate your comment.
 
RedHuntingHat said...
Jan. 27, 2010 at 9:23 pm
Feel free to comment! I couls use some constructive criticism
 
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