Adulthood’s Doorstep
I stare at the blank door before me,
I have no key yet, but I know it is soon to be handed to me.
I have no clue what lies beyond it, so
I stare at it.
Too many possibilities,
Too many risks.
Too many tragedies,
That I am not ready to face.
But there’s also endless possibilities of so many glorious things…
But there’s so much to lose,
But there’s so much to gain.
I have 153 days until I open the door,
Which is so much time.
But it is also so little time to prepare.
I have so much to do.
I have no key yet.
So I stare at the door.
I love to love
I love to love people,
Just let me cherish a person
But just not be romantic
Let me be close with them
And hold them tight
But we don’t have to kiss
Let me enjoy their company and warmth,
Without having to say it’s romantic.
I just want to show compassion
And all the care I have
Without someone jumping to conclusions.
I love to love people
But only under my boundaries,
And sometimes even that’s hard to do.
Spelling Bee
It is obvious that this man
Never passed the spelling bee.
He cannot even comprehend
A simple two lettered word.
Do I have to spell it out to him?
What more can I do to make this man understand.
I’m appalled by his
Stupidity and ignorance.
N-O. It is an easy work that everyone
Should be able to comprehend.
Or is this man an idiot,
A fool if you will.
Does he not know?
Or is he not listening.
The Walk of Life
Walking is far more difficult than we acknowledge,
It’s just like life
It is a constant motion of falling and catching ourselves,
And somewhere along the way we find a pattern and pace
And we follow it
Day after day
Week after week
Month after month
And year after year.
But eventually something will come along,
And it will disrupt this pattern and pace
It will leave you on the ground unable to pick yourself up
Things will feel difficult,
But there will be someone to help you stand firmly back on your feet
And slowly, you’ll relearn small steps to regaining your pattern and pace
Day after day
Week after week
Month after month
And year after year
Of course somewhere along the way,
There will be a hiccup or a moment where you trip
And all that fear of falling comes back again,
But this time you’ll know how to catch yourself
Your pattern and pace will be changed to accommodate the new rhythm you’ve learned
Just like how a person relearning how to walk will have a limp
But as long as you make it through,
Day after day
Week after week
Month after month
And year after year,
You’ll be alright
Because that is the walk of life.
