The Maze
I can’t believe what I see.
An enormous maze.
I can’t understand for the life of me.
How to move to the next phase.
I seem so trapped.
Terribly lost in here.
It’s a wonder I haven’t snapped.
Or died of stress and fear.
When will I get through this.
Maybe this isn’t real.
How long will the exit, I miss.
When will the release, I feel?
When exiting this maze.
Will another loom ahead?
And I’ll be in another haze.
Or feel freedom instead?
It’s sad but it’s true.
I must go through this strife.
For this is growing up for me.
This is my life.
Megan Wells Age 19 Jan. 8th 2002
This poem is incredible. You have such depth of insight - and to think you wrote this almost 10 years ago. Interestingly it makes me think of the move Laybrinth (with David Bowie and Jennifer Connelly), probably since we just talked about it and I found out they have recently re-released an anniversary version of it. I wish I could find the poems I wrote when I was in my late teens - we seem to have similar writing styles. - Another thing your poem makes me think of is this system we have to exsist in right now. Won't it be awesome once we no longer have to navigate this "maze" of life as we know it? Please keep writing - I love reading your work. Huggs!
ReplyDeleteThat sums it up very well. Your words are very easy to picture. Well written and we're always here for you. Love you.
ReplyDeleteI like this poem. Growing up is very much like that. You are such a natural at poetry. :)
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