perhaps

perhaps i try to be positive for everyone
because i wished for someone like me
when i was in the depths of the void.

perhaps i try to treat my dog, bella, the best i can
because i wished i'd spent more time
with our late one, sasha.

perhaps i put all my efforts into cooking
because i wished i could remember all
the tastes from my childhood.

i'm a very regretful, scared person.
i'm scared i'll forget the good parts of life,
and spend all my time trying to remember
when i should be experiencing something new.

perhaps i keep my room as clean as i can
because i wished it had
always been that way.

perhaps i adore taking photos now
because before, all colors at had been flat,
grey, unseeable to me.

perhaps i apply myself so much to school
because i wished to make up for those
terrible, terrible years of middle school.

everything i do now
is based on something i've gone through
or am deeply afraid of.
and that's alright. i'm supposed to learn from the past.

perhaps i support people now
because i truly wished to
never be alone.

perhaps i hang out with my friends more
because i'd never seen a reason to
in the past.

perhaps i care so much more now
because i just couldn't
when i was younger.

the thing i don't regret, though
is being alive.
i can see the sunsets now,
their beauty and explosions of color.
i can wake up in the morning, refreshed
and ready to seize the day.
i can talk and make plans with my friends,
reaching for the future with our hands outstretched.

sometimes i feel as if i write too much on here.
but there's no such thing as too much writing, yeah?
it's kept me going throughout the years,
and i am eternally grateful to those that supported me along the way.
thank you all, so very, very much.

i plan to stick around for a hell of a lot longer.
even when i go to college, i'll be writing here.
i'll forever be a 'new writer', and that's completely okay.

perhaps i'm rambling now, for i've never
tried to let these thoughts out before.
it's good to let feelings out. always.

Abriatis

NY

YWP Alumni

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