My entire life, I have been waiting. For years, Almost two decades now I have been waiting. Waiting, For the better parts. Waiting, For the “soon”. Waiting, For my life to begin. Because, I don’t feel like I have lived. In the nearly twenty years I have been alive And breathing I do not feel In any of those years That I have been alive. I don’t feel like a single breath That I have taken Has been real. I feel as if All these years I’ve been stuck Behind a window Watching as my life unfolds Before me. I feel that I have had Zero control. That I am in the backseat Letting someone else drive. That someone else, Is writing on the pages Of MY life. But no more. I will break that window, I will take that wheel, And I will write My own pages. My life has begun, And now - I’m in control.
Yesterday, April 8th, was my birthday. I wrote this poem two years ago, when I was 19 almost 20, and on my 22nd birthday I find that the website selected it as a daily and I have all these wonderful people saying wonderful things about my poetry. Thank you Hello Poetry, and thank you everyone else. This was the best birthday present I could have even gotten. (04/09/2021)