Tonight is an odd
Sort of night
It feels both
Young
And
OldI am stuck somewhere between my age
And 13 years old
TonightPart of me knows
I am the age I am:
Eighteen and seventeen days
But part of me, tonight,
Feels as though
I am thirteen againI have that childhood hope
And joy about me
Tonight
Not the childhood Christmas joy
I'm not giddy with excitement
But im excited to be alive
A bit scared for tomorrow
And hopeful for what is yet to comeI feel thirteen:
Scared
Excited
HopefulYet at the same time
I feel eighteen:
Scared of the real world
Excited for college
Hopeful of what is yet to comeTonight feels both
Young
And old
And tonight
I feel thirteen
And simultaneously
Eighteen and seventeen days(04/29/20)
YOU ARE READING
[p o e t r y]
Poetry***PSA- PLEASE TAKE TIME TO READ MY MOST RECENT ADDITIONS TO THIS POETRY SAGA. I've been writing in this poetry journal since 2016 and they do get progressively better and more insightful.*** thank you carry on: These poems contain snippets of my...