Swimming
I am lost
Left or right
Straight ahead a fork in the road
I can see it just now
and I wish to turn.
No one cared besides my parents
No one stayed away
There was freedom in that, like
sitting alone at lunchtime.
Slowly people crowd around me
Push me into boxes
Me, coordinated me,
Now listless.
I am getting closer to the crossroads
What are they?
I wish to turn away,
but my feet keep skipping along
pace never slowing
soles ever hardy
soul shattering with each pound of my shoe on the pavement.
Why must I choose?
“I will not choose”
I must choose.
They are spooning me carefully selected dishes
I do not wish to dine tonight
I do not wi-
Left or right
I am still lost
carried by the tide.
Thanks for reading! Being a teenager can get pretty confusing and I’m sure many of you can relate. Hope you are all doing well,
Mayah XO
