Maturity...and poetry [Monday, Jun. 05, 2006, 10:51 pm]
I suppose I have grown up a bit over the past 2 years. School has had a lot to do with it. My responsibilities seem to be coming slowly though. It seems to me that it will be nearly impossible for me to truly gain more maturity as an adult until I'm away from my family. Because I depend on them too much. And like it or not, I'm still a "child" here, to some extent.
I mean, it's great to have people to depend on, but I'm not going to be living with them for the rest of my life. I need to start blazing new trails and forming friendships of my own. I just haven't usually felt the need to do that while I've been living here. Why should I when it's already taken care of by them? I'm hoping that once I'm away from them on a daily basis, I'll begin to sense the need to forge more relationships - and maybe learn to do it better as well.
Summer has been kinda slow so far, but the rainyness probably has something to do with it. I'm working, but I've only read two books, so I need to get to the library soon. I've been writing poetry though, for some odd reason. I think it must be a phase, because I've probably written more poems in this year alone than in all my other years combined. I'm still somewhat self-conscious about what I've written, but that feeling is definitely waning. I know without a doubt that my poetry is getting better - not that that would take much, but some little improvement is better than not writing it at all. So here are two I wrote this month. I hope the second one makes sense - it does to me anyway.
You walked with me
You sat with me
And I still sit
Do you think of me
A cryptic measure of my heart's intentions
A journey of thoughts compressed to letters
I just realized I used the word "heart" 3 times. I must still be too much of a sap...
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