STORM by Isabelle Knight

Hey guys… So…. Oh stars… I don’t even know where to begin with this post. Things have been so crazy over here lately, and I know I say that with every single post, but…. I really do mean it this time. Especially with moving and just…. everything changing far too fast for my taste.

Precisely what’s changing far too fast for my taste?

Well…

Everything.

I suppose that’s how life always is. But with everything going on, this summer has been really, really hard.

To be honest, it was only then that I realized there aren’t a lot of middle-grade books about this — this weirdness of growing up. The sadness that comes when you realize some of the friends who used to be your very best friends are heading off to the Dreaded Upper Levels of School and with that, stopped speaking to you and feels like they’ve left you completely behind. When your life is filled with loss, not because of death, but because of change, and your coping mechanism appears to be listening to Taylor Swift. Perhaps there are MG books about this and I merely haven’t found them. Actually, thinking about it, I am sure there are a lot and now is probably the time to find them.

But at any rate, that is what this summer has been full of. Yes, amazing things, but all this change. The kind of change that really doesn’t feel good.

And so… as with everything I do, I decided to do what I normally do best.

Put it all down on paper.

Enjoy this free verse poem, I suppose, though it’s not quite uplifting. (And I’m not sure if this shall make sense to anyone else other than me. XD)

I stand there
watching
trying
to bottle up
this storm inside
as I see
the now-empty halls
once flooded with love
and laughter
soon to be left behind.

Though I try not to
I mourn
the old times
when it was just the two of us
through the laughter
and tears.

I plaster on
a fake smile
as I watch you
swimming away
through that stormy sea
leaving
me
and us
behind on the rocky shore
trying
to pretend everything is
fine.

Try to cross
I will only drown
for there is no bridge
and there is
nothing
I can do
but watch
myself left behind
and wait
till it’s finally my turn.

See, now, I did tell you it might not make any sense to anyone who’s not me.

But I wanted to share this with y’all anyway, even though I honestly don’t know why it is I want to share this. But maybe you’re feeling the same way as me. If so… I hope you find this poem. And I hope you know that you are not alone. : )

Keep dreaming and scribbling,

-Isabelle