As I ponder about graduating, I am constantly reminded of the amazing memories I have created over the past years in high school. This poem is a recount of those memories, the failures and the successes, and amazing friendships.
My soul is lit by matches,
Like an elliptical lantern
That succumbs in the light.
It slowly ignites in flames
And revives itself in memorable sparks.
The kindled spirit is alluring yet it darts away,
While I spin in my black dress,
Smoke streams,
Then it faints,
And I slowly land.
Feeling the ever so cold floor underneath me.
Everything is a blur, yet I see people,
The friendships are still there
But our laughter is remote
And the breaths are oblivious.
The ends will rip,
Slowly disappear,
New bodies will replace them
And I’ll blaze like an inferno
Only to come back
As a phoenix,
Rising glorious from ashes,
Only to fly away
Again.
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