Carolyn K.

Life Learned Late

I used to tend to hide,
I liked being alone,
Too uncomfortable talking to people,
I could handle my mistakes when I was alone.

It seemed that all the other,
Girls were somehow ahead,
That they knew secrets,
Too out of reach for my closed head.

And I was always playing catch-up,
At my own rate growing better,
But still, certain things tended to linger,
Stretches of rainy weather.

And then everything started,
To change one at a time,
I wanted something more,
Than just simply being fine.

I wanted to truly love,
Get excited for the colors of life,
And I was determined to figure it out,
No matter the obstacles, no matter the strife.

And everything paid off,
I’m thrilled with what I’ve found,
How I’ve expanded all my ranges,
By the understatement: Leaps and Bounds.

I’ve learned to love new things,
From being a chicken of a kid,
I’ve learned to love what I am,
 Because of the life that I’ve lived.

I’ve learned to love my sport,
From losing all the games that I did,
I’ve learned to love what I am,
 Because of the life that I’ve lived.

I’ve learned to love being smart,
From feeling like I had to be stupid,
I’ve learned to love what I am,
 Because of the life that I’ve lived.

I’ve learned to love meeting new people,
From being small, silent and timid,
I’ve learned to love what I am,
 Because of the life that I’ve lived.

I’ve learned to love my beauty,
By being an ugly, awkward kid,
I’ve learned to love what I am,
Because of the life that I’ve lived.

And I look back now thanking,
God for every struggle I’ve had,
Every time I was hurt,
Every thing that was bad.

And as it all flew by,
I tried to record and write,
The huge jumps I was making,
The words evaded me in spite.

I couldn’t point to it,
West, east, north, or south,
I couldn’t put it on paper,
And attempts to speak it left just an opened mouth.

How badly I wanted to spread it,
Give it away like pocket change,
Make everyone as happy as me,
Bring them out of the perpetual rain.

I worried some people would never get it,
Never understand the things I did,
Never love life exactly for what it is,
The way I’ve learned from the life I’ve lived.

And by far im not near perfect,
I love to laugh but I still cry.
But I still pray every single night,
That everyone gets their turn to open their eyes.

Because the most important things,
Can’t be written, can’t be explained,
The most important things there are,

Come from the experience,
Come from the pain.     





[TABLE OF CONTENTS, LHS CLASS OF 2011 EDITION]


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