Walk down memory lane...

Class of 2013. Central Christian School. I spent 7 years walking the halls of that small private school. In addition to meeting some of my best friends, sports trips, and countless other memories, one of my fondest is the time I spent in my creative writing class.
There is always that one teacher that seems to leave a lasting impact on you in someway. Mine was my English teacher, Mrs. McKenzie.
Not only was English my favorite subject growing up, but Mrs. McKenzie was more than just a teacher. She was someone who I could confide in. At the time, my dad was very sick and Mrs. McKenzie always seemed like the person who was there when I needed to talk. It was a sensitive subject for me. She had lost her dad at a fairly young age and he was her best friend. She understood me.
Anyway, I chose to take her creative writing class as my senior elective. This class was a space where we could just be creative together. I loved every minute of it. The writing assignments taught me so much and Mrs. McKenzie was someone who helped me grow as a student and a writer. I owe her a lot.
So for this post, I wanted to share some of the poems that I wrote for that class. Yes I kept them. It's nice to look back on old projects and see how far you've come. Now I will preface, I was no expert writer in high school. I'm no where near an expert now either, but these poems mean a lot to me and I'm happy to share them with you. I never gave titles to these poems, but some of these I am not sure they're even poems to begin with. Regardless, happy reading!

Looking up at the night sky
Listening to the quiet flow of a stream
Seeing the snow as it falls
Amazed at the sheer magnitude
Feeling microscopic in comparison
Learning new facts
Coming to more realizations
Standing in awe at so much
Anything and everything
Working in perfect harmony
Can't help but wonder
Pondering the changes
Examining all the phases
What creates the colors of a flower
Or the smell of a fruit
Just at the complete complexity of it all
Sitting on the porch
Just taking it all in
The serenity of our lives
Never perfect, never dull
Yet perfectly created for our enjoyment

Lies, betrayal, abandonment
You told me everything I wanted to hear
And I believed you
I trusted you, you betrayed me
I believed in you, you let me down
I cared about you, you threw me away
I cried for you, you laughed in my face
How can one be so cruel?
How could you sit there and do nothing?
When I needed you, you walked away
When I called for you, you denied my presence
I look back and ask myself
How did you find me?
Because when I looked for you, you disappeared
I went through all this pain
All because of you!
Well you want to know something?
You beat me, I became stronger
You walked away, I became independent

You threw me away, I found someone better
You laughed in my face, I ran to open arms
You thought you broke me?
In reality you made me a better person
I am more cautious, more careful
You thought you defeated me?
He was there for me
So you're rotting in fire
While I'm enjoying the kingdom
So thank you,
Thanks for the experience

I have had a dream
A dream for quite sometime now
A dream I shall share
Dreaming is an art
It comforts the lonely heart
Listen to it's voice
Long roads wait ahead
Never too far from my mind
Waiting for my dream
Keep chasing your dreams
And learn from your long journey
Dreams keep on finding

Thoughts are so hard to get rid of
Memories almost never cease to come
Looking towards the vast ocean
She remembers him
The plans they made
The long journey he promised they'd take together
Those little moments play in her head
Of all the laughs and cries they shared
Life seems so complex
Yet we take it for granted
We never think about ending our chapter
Making our mark in life
She sighs as the ocean breeze surrounds her
A single tear rolls down her cheek
There seems like no more emotion can come
All her grieving has ceased
As she touches the box in her pocket
A soft smile emerges on her face
The velvet box is all she has left
However, she'll never be alone
For in her heart, he will stay




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