My Year in Poetry Scholarship Scholarship Slam
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My Growth in a Year
By: Skyler Mobry
My roots have grown a lot in a year
My limbs now shelter the new saplings taking root still struck with fear
My water is the tears from losing friends I cried
A blur across my face
What I can't differentiate.
Many breakdowns, the epiphany of age
Realization this is high school's last page.
Pictures there for me to see
I will remember this cup of tea.
All I want is to speak, but I am afraid what you’ll think of my voice
Instead, I reside to the shadows where I may speak without regret
The year passed
Slowly dragging by
Each minute wearing on slowly,
Never ending, Overwhelming.
Tears that flowed
Warm and wet
