gone

just some scribbles i wrote about heading off to college next week. #freakingout

The walls are emptying, 

Old photographs are nestled in a box

To become dusty memories

Of the days spent in make-believe

With friends, hours devoted to becoming

Indians or princesses, long delicious

Moments swept away in fanciful places, 

Dreaming of fairy tales, 

Innocence and youth. 

Books are packed together. 

Thousands of pages mingle. 

Ancient and new words clash. 

Peter Pan and The Oddesy 

My room is stripped bare. 

Everything about me is gone. 

No trace is left. 

I am gone. 

Reviews

[Patricia B. Hepler]

You are now on the next stage of your life~ Enjoyed your style & topic. pat

[Eloha]

Oh how sweet! Perhaps life is just a fantasy, after all. So self-contrived and so intensely ego-centric we all are.

This poem was especially beautiful.