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With the final keystroke
I was done with another semester
the final click of a mouse
showed it was finally over

A bittersweet ending
second to last down
final to start

and when it's done
life will take me where I belong
out of this town
and finally allowing me
to make a new life

One more semester
One more paper needed
One more sleepless night
One more goodbye

I'm almost free
and I am both terrified
and excited
for a new journey

to begin.
Always moving
yet now its finally peaceful once more
a heart beating through the night
a survivor once more

Ticking by
one by one
breath by breath

air given to the one
who survived another battle
and made it to the other side

One more battle won
one more battle gone
in the war of Life
I count down the days
the days where you're etched into my skin
the beauty you will be

Forever on my skin
Forever on my heart
Forever my wings of strength

Soon two become one
a perfect balance of both
a symbol of walking flesh

Soon you will take me
over the hills
and through the stars

Soon I will fly with you once more
and together
we will soar high above

just as we did the years before
Fights
Screams
silence

all fill the air

The air
shoving me away from everyone
making it clear
I don't belong

If that is true
then why
do I still try to fit in?
I message an empty box
a wall almost
sometimes I receive a reply
but none are continued over a few words

Speechless
confused
frustrated

Now I wait
hoping time will let you speak
so I may know
what your plan for us is

because if I'm honest
my plan
is still us
Time draws near
my mind stuck in one time
and present counters it

Formal attire recommened
and I cant get out of my head
I am torn
between what I wish
and what I must

Is this the beginning
or the end of me?
A new chapter
or a final page?

Tradition stats I must continue
But yet I fear
that I can not meet the expectations
set upon from generations looking forward

and here I am looking back

So I ask
which is this
the Begining
or the End?
Unknown source
but yet strong in force

You pull me
begging me to follow
Unknown where to go
you take me where you see it fit

Deeper and deeper into the mind
Images and voices swirl
You demand to be heard
even when whispering

So why will I go tonight
unknown pull?
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