This is Me
High school is different,
I was once told.
But it is not,
or was not,
not for me.
University is different,
said my favourite teacher.
But it is not,
not for me.
Every classroom is split, into types of kids.
Popular, sporty, silent,
I am in the last group.
Silence has built a wall around me,
almost like a barricade.
Silence has etched itself in my shadow,
for as long as I can remember.
Speak up, dear
participate, come on.
Let’s ask the lady in pink,
what do you think?
I…err…ummm…
my silence is broken.
I am not too sure,
my silence is restored.
I hesitate in my seat,
eyeing the clock.
20 mins, 30 seconds,
I can do this.
At home,
normalcy welcomes me.
I am wrapped safely,
around the comfort of my being.
Family and friends beckon,
the safety belt is intact.
Laughter fills my ears,
chatter drowns my silence.
Night dawns upon us,
my hands clutch a book.
With every word I find solace,
with every word the belt tightens.
The cold breeze acts like a lullaby,
and I soon fall into a slumber.
Dreams are played,
as the night passes.
My mamma once said to me,
dear, you should speak more.
I wanted to say, no mamma,
I am my silence.
Silence – so easily misjudged or mistaken.
I agree. Thank you for reading 🙂
“If you’re scared of taking chances, you’ll never find the answers” . We are only good when comfortable, but the be the best we must step out of this comfort. This is something i preach to myself but i find hard to practice. Wonderful poem!!!
Yes! As I have read before, life begins outside of your comfort zone, I believe in it, yet I don’t follow it. Thank you very much!!! 😀
yeah, maybe we’ll just have to start making our comfort zones uncomfortable
hahah but what can we do when our comfort zones are the better part of us
Then we’ll try and make them the best by stepping out of them. LOL