Wishes of an Awkward Seventeen Year Old

I wish my spirit could transform

into anything, lest a raging storm.

a bird,

a bear,

a tree,

vibrant tulips,

or maybe a daisy

even the air-the wind

that whispers into ears,

and plays wind chimes

I wish to soar high,

to taste the sky

or to be a fish, without a care

anything but

this silly girl of seventeen

wasting away, withering,

emotions like the weather these days,

never knowing which way it’ll sway

I wish to be a river

flowing gradually into something greater,

instead of a pond-

ideas and potential

sinking to the bottom.

I wish to be something invulnerable.





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maktaba419 said...
Sept. 27, 2011 at 11:45 am
I love this poem! 
 
EmilyRosebud This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Jul. 8, 2011 at 7:02 pm
Awwww i love it!!! Sometimes I wish I could be a cat, like my pet cat.
 
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