The Halfway Graduation

This is one of my favorite poems I’ve written. It came about from all of the stress that growing up entails. I wrote it about halfway through my senior year of highschool, but that’s not where the title came from. It was just a point in my life where everything felt a bit halfway.

I think out of all of my poetry, I like the wording and pacing of this one the most. And the feelings are still true! (And, I still have my wisdom teeth.)

I am a ball of something tight-bundled. 
A sphere of tangled and stretched timeline strings;
Both ancient and crumbling yet new and untested 
Marked with chapped lips and old scars and stings. 

What I am of course is the big question, I’ve heard, 
Because I mean something much while I exist. 
I don’t think I stop--I don’t think anyone does--
Because where being ends, memory will persist. 

Either way, I am largely a novice of life, 
Which is frightening but also quite nice. 
Things that are packed with sticky, uncertain moments
Serve to not only concern but entice. 

Of course I’m allowed to be nervous, I think, 
Fear is natural, and learns well to be even more known. 
When it comes to the cusp of my next big adventure, 
The real struggle is to make it my own. 

I won’t push back on the tide of my cosmic undoing, 
Because the Above is only reached from Beneath. 
But I admit it is hard to feel prepared and quite grown, 
When I’ve still got all of my wisdom teeth.