Yup, it's here.Everyone started school today whether college or high school, or both. I hung out with some close church friends last night. For once I didn't think about the fact that I'm leaving soon. It always puts a damper on the evening when I do. Yet my friend Kara was thinking about it. We were talking about it when we all got home. About how that's probably the last time we'll hang out like that for ten months, and even when we get back together it'll be different. So I'm wound up, trying not to laugh hysterically, or cry, at one in the morning sitting at my computer and the urge to write comes over me. The urge where if I don't get it on paper, I'm going to explode. The following is the poem that resulted. I didn't like it when I first wrote it, but it's grown on me. I'm proud of it because it rhymes, and because I feel I've finally accurately said with words, what I've been feeling these last few weeks.
On Parting
Daylight hides,
What I feel inside.
I can't decide,
How it is.
Paths I take,
Are my choice to make.
It just feels fake,
To be here.
Tears I cry,
Aren't a complete lie.
Yet I'm flying high.
Don't you see?
Ways are made,
And all time, it fades.
Love, don't be afraid,
I'll return.
©2007 Abigail Faust
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