Graduation Poem

High School

*Shell*
Graduation,

What do I do now?

Am I prepared for what is to come?

A mix winds of anxiety, nervousness, and fear.

Twirling rapidly through my head,

Having no way, No source, of stopping.

Time will only tell, if destruction is made,

Or if it peacefully passes and I find my way.

Responsibility and decisions plagued me,

An ache in my stomach like a knife into the heart.

How unprepared I was for these emotions,

Unprepared to be on my own, join society, to start my life.

Published by *Shell*

A young mother of 1 and expecting. Currently a stay at home mother enjoying the time spent with her son and husband and working on freelance writing, and freelance transcription.  View profile

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