All Nonfiction
- Bullying
- Books
- Academic
- Author Interviews
- Celebrity interviews
- College Articles
- College Essays
- Educator of the Year
- Heroes
- Interviews
- Memoir
- Personal Experience
- Sports
- Travel & Culture
All Opinions
- Bullying
- Current Events / Politics
- Discrimination
- Drugs / Alcohol / Smoking
- Entertainment / Celebrities
- Environment
- Love / Relationships
- Movies / Music / TV
- Pop Culture / Trends
- School / College
- Social Issues / Civics
- Spirituality / Religion
- Sports / Hobbies
All Hot Topics
- Bullying
- Community Service
- Environment
- Health
- Letters to the Editor
- Pride & Prejudice
- What Matters
- Back
Summer Guide
- Program Links
- Program Reviews
- Back
College Guide
- College Links
- College Reviews
- College Essays
- College Articles
- Back
Planning
I Know
I know that door that is to be mine.
I run trying to find it.
I've been waiting for it.
I know what it is.
I keep running
Jumping over obstacles,
Even the ones that seem inviting.
I don't need them.
I know.
I've known for years.
I've planned this.
I kept running faster and faster.
Not bothering to stop to breathe
Or to stop and admire other doors.
I know which is mine.
I look left and right,
Still not seeing The One.
Keeping running, I told myself
No distractions.
At last I see it.
My door is beautiful.
I stare at it for a moment in awe.
I opened it, in even further amazement.
This is what I want.
Suddenly I feel an odd surge,
Someone might come and take my door,
Steal my dream from right under my door.
So I closed the door
I didn't need anyother doors.
This is mine, I know it,
I have been longing for it for years.
I take a good look around and smile
And then frown
Things are missing.
This isn't what I wanted.
I thought I knew
No!
I knew I knew
I turn back in fear
The door is locked
I pushed and banged,
The door wouldn't budge.
Similar Articles
JOIN THE DISCUSSION
This article has 0 comments.