SoVain

FlyLikeADove
2004-03-18 00:28:26 (UTC)

Same day, different date

Though the date changes, every day feels the same to me.
It's like that passage I had to memorize from
Macbeth. "Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow creeps in this
petty pace from day to day to the last syllable of recorded
time. And all our yesterdays have lighted fools the way to
dusty death." I love that quote, though there's quite a bit
more to it. Each day brings the same drugery as the last.
It gets hard to take, knowing it will last much longer
still. I'm only in ninth grade, I've many more years of
school ahead. Those years look endless. Too many questions,
not enough answers, or at least the right ones. But on to
brighter things. I finally let down my guard a little and
let my english teacher read my poem. He loved it. He said
it was full of emotion, though most of it anger. This is
true, but thats exactly how I meant it to be. That he had a
high opinion of it only further cheered me. Then there's
also the wonderful person who read my poem in here an told
me they loved it and they felt it, like it seemed like
something they were going through right now too. It meant
so much to me to hear this. It's truly unbelievable to me
that someone likes my poem. Maybe there's hope for my dream
of writing after all.
Much Love-L.J.




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