[Poem][A Box]

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A Box

My mind is in a box

With no corners or walls or edges

Confined within my skull

No way out for anything I think up

There is a small hole

Somewhere in my box

All I need to do is find it

In order to relieve my ideas

To use this small exit

To give me ideas to the outside

Perhaps when I find my exit

I can punch my way through

To destroy my box

And live free beyond

The confines of my own mind

[Crossroads][Should I…]

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Reaching a crossroads is never really easy to resolve. Not knowing if you are actually at a crossroads is far worse, I find. I am right there at this moment. I have completed the Creative Writing Program through Humber College and am still unsure as to where to run to next. I know many of you will think I am too young to have my whole life figured out, but I would at least like to have an idea of what to work towards.

I am so confused and frustrated it brings me to tears sometimes. What am I supposed to do with myself? My spare time goes towards my writing but that could take ages to complete. So, what else do I do that I can achieve short term? I have thought of something I find interesting to do (bookkeeping) but my father doesn’t approve of course.

You’re probably thinking, why do you need his approval if you’re an adult? Good question, excellent question really. It’s not really about that money on education; I have a great credit score and a line of credit that would hold all my expenses until I finish the necessary courses to begin working. So, what’s the problem?

I wish he had a bit of faith in me, to trust I know what I’m trying to do. But, true to form, my father wants me to become a fully qualified accountant… It’s an excellent career path for sure, but would I be any good at it? Crossroads: I’m not liking it at all.

[Poem][Be Me]

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Be Me

I push and pull and wonder what could have happened

If I had a different route I was younger

What would I be now if I didn’t pick up a pen and start to write?

Would I have become an actor?

Would I have become a scientist?

Would I have become someone successful young?

Would I have become a complete failure?

Would I like the other me more than me now?

But I guess if I was the other me, I wouldn’t know this me

Would I then wish I was different?

Would I like myself more or less than I do now?

Would I really be me?

[Picture][Nappy Tiger]

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Daylight savings occurred this past Sunday at 2am.

I hope everyone enjoyed their extra hour of sleep and put it to good use!

For now though, good night all and savoir the night come early.