Condemned by Zora Marie, this is a piece I wrote for a class this spring. I don’t often write poetry as I often reveal perhaps a bit too much of myself. In light of the coming of a new semester and so many changes in my life, I have decided to share this piece with all of you.
One so young, yet so old of spirit.
Come now through the doors to the past.
See the age-old balance of pain to joy,
Notice how time has shifted and twisted it.
See society as it is, how blind it is.
Notice how the young wilt before they have yet to bloom.