Almost six years ago, I wrote my first poem. It was right here, in the swing you see in the posted photo. It seems so long ago looking back, even though it’s only been a handful of years.
On November 8th, 2015, I wrote out my turmoil over feelings for someone that, by some miracle, I am still friends with today. I also wasn’t in a great spot with my dad, and shortly after in the early months of the next year, life seemed to fall apart.
But on that day, that cold November morning, I chose to put my feelings into words instead of wallowing in them.
I look for something new
A smile for my old eyes
A kiss to hold me true
I long to see that day
A light, with pale blue skies
A wish for you to stay
A life of just design
A warm, sweet sunrise
This ancient mind of mine
This was the start of a journey that I never thought would bring me here.
My dad always told me I should pursue writing. As a kid, I’d craft stories of impossible castles where the boy saves the girl, or the spy saves the world, or wondrous tale of the dragon-librarian. My escape from my world was creating another, and I’d get lost in the words like running through thick forest.
My relationship with my parents recovered, friends came and went—the best are still around, I have fallen in and out of love, and I am still here.
I have fought for my place in the universe, and I feel good about where I am now compared to where I was then.
So many wonderful and awful and lovely and heart wrenching things can push and pull you, but they will bring you to today, and that is absolutely okay.
Thank you, dad, and thank you, Alison Lee, for being the stones at my feet with constant encouragement that I will never forget. I’ll pay you both back in honest perseverance. I know my dad would be proud of me now.
I look forward to seeing who I am looking back on the next six years.
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JK