I was looking for a story I wrote back in high school that has always been special to me. Unfortunately, I can't find it. I will keep looking in my stuff. Until then, I found a high school book of poems that we published in 1992. My poem was selected and is found on page 65-66.
My Life and Me
I was conceived and the journey that is my life began
Inside the womb we swam
Together as one, waiting, waiting....
On my birthday I let out a wail announcing our arrival
The world revolved around my new life and me
My life stayed close to me in those early years,
Keeping me content,
Although I never realized it was there
Through childhood I controlled my life
The only way I knew how,
Moment by moment
Then one day, years later,
The hours in a day didn't seem so long,
And summers passed before my eyes....
I knew my life was passing me by
Now, at the age where I know it all,
All I know is that fiver years in time isn't that long anymore
The events of my life are now in control,
Pressing on, leaving me behind
Where are we going? I don't understand.
What about ME, I cry out.
I look forward to another year
I can't wait to see what is in store for me
If I close my eyes and turn around,
It will be gone
Why do you run ahead?
Let's go back to where we first began
Remember all the fun we had?
The memories that were made and kept are what keep me going
Yes, I accept that onward is the only way for my life to go
Yet, I find no peace in this understanding.
I was one serious little kid. Don't worry, I'm alot more lighthearted as an adult.
I distinctly remember thinking as a little 7yr old child that I did NOT enjoy being a child. I could not wait to be an adult so people would stop treating me like a kid and let me make up my own mind! Apparently, my control issues began at birth? The thing is, I was right, being an adult is great! I sometimes will have ice cream for dinner just because I can! I'm starting to talk my husband over to my side, too. He still follows certain rules so deeply instilled in him as a child.
Life is too short! Did you read the poem?! Hello!
Now, go eat ice cream for dinner. Or breakfast!