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May 22, 2017
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I’m 15 now and I don’t know much
Trying to balance life like rational equations
Attempting to find myself while reading Shakespeare in class
I like to think I know right from wrong
Bad from good
That you’re not supposed to pass on the right
And drinking and driving never mix
But it’s hard being in the middle
The middle of being dependent and independent
The feeling of being just a tiny speck in the universe of infinite people and places
A small part of a big story
Wanting more but not being able to reach any of it
Because I’m still too small to touch the top shelf
But I hope now you’re secure
With yourself and with the people around you
That the side comment from someone in class doesn’t shake you to your core
Or that the opinions of others don’t keep you up at night wondering what you could change
I hope you never feel alone
Even when you spend days by yourself in solitude
When the only sound is the echo of your own breath
And the screaming silence of the empty space
I hope you’re at peace
You’ve learned to balance your mental and physical health
Loving yourself is one of the hardest battles you’ll overcome but I hope you did it
I hope you climbed that mountain
Dodging the rocks and boulders that came down to flatten you
That you love your shape and the stretch marks, that roll across your legs like ocean waves
When the harsh winters of life crush your spirit and dull your shine
I hope you learned to rise up and recreate yourself out of the ashes they left you in
Your budding youth blossomed you into the creation you were meant to be
Maybe by now you’ve seen the skyline of New York at night
And have tried at least ten new ice cream flavors
Maybe you’ve danced until the sun came up
And spent hard nights where nothing seemed to be okay
But they’ve all shaped you
Into the girl you want to be
Not the girl your friends wanted you to be
Or the one society seemed to be shaping
I hope mom and dad are still the people you look up to
Who you go to when you need to feel loved
Or when you need to go back to being a little girl
I hope you’ve found a love like theirs
One that is still just as romantic as it was when you first met
One that will last until you’ve written your last word
And sung your last note
One that your kids will look up to
One they’ll wish to have
But above all
I hope that you’ve found your place
Amidst the oceans and mountains that cover this world
Among the stars that paint the sky and the rocks that hold your feet to the ground
Each burst of oxygen into your lungs reminds you that you are an important part of this story
That with everything swirling and circling you like a hurricane
You’re happy

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TaylorWintryThis teenager is a 'regular' and has contributed a lot of work, comments and/or forum posts, and has received many votes and high ratings over a long period of time. This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Jun. 4 at 8:20 pm
Really dense words, an awesome poem to wrap my mind around. I really enjoy how (whether you were actually 15 or not) you encompassed all the things 15 year-old's think about, especially driver's ed. :) I also really like how you included some childhood aspects in there because, you're right, growing up is a lot of letting go and moving on. Really cool piece! I enjoyed reading and thank you for writing.
HereSheIsThis teenager is a 'regular' and has contributed a lot of work, comments and/or forum posts, and has received many votes and high ratings over a long period of time. said...
Jun. 3 at 2:15 pm
Wow. A rich and relateable storm of emotions
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