-Breathes in the Background-

I'm a freshman in highschool, and we (everyone in shcool) were planning our scheduals for next year. I'm focusing on science next year instead of art.

She breathes in the backgound,
standing on the fringe of Life.
      the tassles and tears are starting to become a problem.

A hand reaches out for her, and she grabs it.
It is the face of an Angle.

Chemist, she says, been wanting since she learned
about things in science.
      Space intriges her,
      Cells are very interesting. Maybe a biologist
             No, not for her.
      Rocks and the Earth, too. Mayb---

sshshshshshshshs

Breathless is she, as these dreams are torn
      from her grasp
Back on edge.




More hands reach, work their way in.
      one with a brush
      One with graphing paper
      ONe with a choral folder
      ONE with a textbook
      ONE With a camera
      ONE WIth a badminton raquet
      ONE WITH a callback in place


             AND ONE WITH







And one holds nothing. No fist full of careers,
            nothing.
Just an open palm,
                 trying to save her.

Author's Note

Save her from what, do you think?

Reviews

[Beatles9322]

Hmmm save her from herself? Idk, but this is fantastic! I really like this poem. There are so many options in life, and who knows which one is right? We need to try them all!