What an interesting feat
What Hannah was composed of in January
What made her tick?
What kept her going?
Junior year was kicking her butt
That memory remains
Yet how was she swimming through piles of homework
How was she combating AP’s and hurdling exams
How did she function without her
Oh doesn’t that month sound as sweet as the flowers it brings?
Single words capable of melting the eight inches of snow off my porch
Who was Hannah back in January, if she didn’t begin
Where were her convictions, hopes and dreams if they found traction in the sand of
How can you live seventeen years thinking you’ve found all that life can offer
And reach eighteen with the terrifying knowledge that there’s
If an acquaintance in May can become an integral second half to your heart
If golden rays of sun can caress your face to a dark shade of bronze
If dreams can solidify and futures can become clear
Then who’s to say I know what comes next?
The more I learn, the more I comprehend, the more I understand,
The less I know about the world
The more I know about myself