Poem 1: My Perspective
Form: Free Verse
In the quiet hours before dawn,
I lay wrapped in the cocoon of my childhood,
where dreams dangle like stars,
and the world is painted in soft pastels.
Time creeps,
a thief in the night,
whispers of change echo in the hallways,
and I clutch my blanket tighter,
afraid to let go.
The mirror reflects a stranger,
who looks back with wide eyes,
not ready for the weight of expectations,
or the solitude of making choices.
Once, the future shimmered like a promise,
but now, it looms like a shadow,
each step a beacon of uncertainty,
each milestone a reminder—
I am unprepared.
Yet, beneath the trepidation lies a flicker,
a flicker that hums with possibility,
like a candle dancing in the dark,
and I wonder
if growing up could also mean growing into.
Poem 2: Someone Else's Perspective
Form: Haiku
Just as I feared change,
blossoms opened with fierce grace—
fear’s a tender bud.