A Chapter by Debbie Barry

Another poem about confusion. There was a lot of that in my life through my teens.




September 22, 1988

Why are we here?
Why are any of us here?
What is the meaning
Of anything?

What is the purpose
To everything?
I ask,
But no one answers.

No one can answer,
For no one knows.
We are like children
Struggling to understand
A grownup world
Of confusion.

We are like children
Trying to learn
Complicated equations
To find a simple answer.

We ask questions,
But have only each other
To seek answers
To our questions.

No one of us
Can find the answers
To questions
Of philosophical adulthood.

We must wait -
Impatient children -
To learn the answers
As we grow up.

For Nana, whose presence influenced my childhood more than either of us should admit - you bade me be patient, and I have tried - now in my youthful impatience I dedicate this shadow of my soul to you.

© 2017 Debbie Barry

Author's Note

Debbie Barry
I wrote this when I was 19. Initoal reactions appreciated.

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Added on November 9, 2017
Last Updated on November 9, 2017
Tags: poem, poetry, confusion

My Youngish Adult Poetry


Debbie Barry
Debbie Barry

Clarkston, MI

I live with my husband in southeastern Michigan with our two cats, Mister and Goblin. We enjoy exploring history through French and Indian War re-enactment and through medieval re-enactment in the So.. more..