(poems go here) Dear God,
I've had a long day
and I've been trying to pray,
but the words on my mind,
keep spilling out in rhyme.
I know everything happens for a reason,
a prime example of that staple fact is seasons,
but sometimes my path seems hard to follow,
and my heart and bones feel a bit hollow.
"Birds have hollow bones,
Birds don't need phones,
Birds can fly,
Why can't I?"
Now back to what I came to say,
oh yes, I'd been musing about my day,
pondering my destiny,
and all you have in store for me.
I try to always laugh and smile,
but sometimes i remember I'm no longer a child,
my frowns bring me down,
as if I've tripped over a much too long gown.
I'm not one to easily take the fall,
I normally stand fairly tall,
At five foot three,
you know i mean that figuratively.
High School's hard, I know you've heard it all before,
and my story isn't one of adventure and gore,
just of a smart girl with a good head on her shoulders,
who sometimes tries to move too big of boulders.
Sometimes I cry,
even when there's nothing in my eye,
emotions spill over in tears,
it doesn't get any easier through the years.
I may be only seventeen,
but often it seems older than I'm meant to be,
I don't want to grow up,
because sometimes my head wants to pop.
Live life as through the yes of a child,
and your adventures, may they always be wild,
but in the end you may seem grown up,
and that, well it just might be enough.