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The Silent Snow Globe On My Shelf
I treasure the memories of that summer like a child would gawk over a snowglobe.
The memories themselves are perfectly preserved in pictures in my mind, forever frozen in the moment
Still from time to time with the simple flick of a wrist, I’ll shake the snow
And once again that summer sun will glow
That year I made it my resolution to shed my hard, protective shell
To not blend into the background like a pitiful pastel
And by the time the May wind whispered secrets of the summer season to come
I could smile to the mirror at the bold butterfly I had become
The sun shone a spotlight just for me
And as I passed extended did the branches of the olive tree
Peace so accomplished it could never be a reality
But when the sky begins to cloud
And your ears pick up on that familiar thunder sound
All bark no bite is a foolish thought
But above the idea, I was not
I stood there with faith, patience, and time
Even as the hound’s low growl unsteadied those knobby knees of mine
To this day bite marks I find
“To hope is to risk, to dream is to lie” those wounds a bitter remind
These picnic days like a pretty peach left out to dry
And dry it will until it’s so bruised it wouldn’t be worth a dime
I was Icarus, my wax wings set alight
I started my descent into the churning sea without a fight
I had finally become the prey of the beasts that go bump in the night
I hauled back up into my cocoon with my fright
The shadows distorted and surrounded my sight
All of my might, all of my empty alrights,
The familiar searing pain of a bite
Infected my mind like a parasite
But when there’s a will, there’s a way
I searched and squandered for the light of the day
I navigated the labyrinth it’s wall barren and gray
Until that hollow feeling slipped away
In the black sky I spotted Artemis’s moon as she fly high
Like a sudden downpour on a town previously bone dry
I found the beautiful song hidden in the frogs’ hoarse croak
I found the poem engraved in nature’s oak
I found the daylight the darkness had cloaked
Once again the sun shone down her light just for me
Now even at the darkest hour twinkling stars are all I see
And when the snowflakes flurry close to the ground
And the thought of shadows no longer makes my heart pound
I place the snow globe back down
Reminisce over one last oceanic sound
For that message will always stick around
Light in the dark places is what I had found
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The Silent Snow Globe On My Shelf was written by a 13 year old Marlee Moore. The poem discusses my 7th grade summer, the entire two months before I started my treacherous, dreaded, adolescent ruled 8th grade year. The poem details how I spent my 7th grade year starting to take chances and open up to others. That bravery made my summer an interesting one like I'd never experienced before. I spent the days giggling and gossiping, bright eyed and freckle faced, but the nights were empty, abandoned, and bitterly cold. I was faced with the news of my childhood pet, who I've had since I was one years old, being sick with cancer. The days felt electrified and promising but in those nights I have never experienced such utter loneliness. I was surrounded by friends but had never felt so alone. My salt and pepper furred friend sadly passed in October, and since the entire summer of 2021 has lined my tongue with a bittersweet taste. It was a summer that marked a brand new Marlee, the start of something great, someone bold, who showed no fear, but that same fearless girl spent every night begging that my dog would get better. It was my last summer with Gracie that marked a new era of my life.