This is a poem I wrote when I was about 14 or 15.
Roses For My Travels
The story of my life
Torn between worlds
Having what you may want
And wanting what you may have
The less I understand
The more I want to learn
About life and new beginnings
The way life should feel
For a young adult, as I am
Problems from changes
And changes from problems
It all leads to happiness
Somewhere down the road
Though my silence is getting too loud
My heart is aching
From time less spent
Thinking about how I want to walk slowly
Down this road of life
And enjoy every moment
And look around at all the scenery
I have let pass me by
"Life is too short," everyone says,
"Enjoy it while it's still here"
"Happiness is the key to success"
Live life and be happy
Nothing is set in stone
For life is unpredictable, just as it has always been
Just as it always will be
Learning to "stop and smell the roses"
Comes harder for some people
I would just like to stop and pick a rose,
Carry it with me through time
Through the winding roads of life's travels
And stop a few miles down the road and pick another rose
And another...as a memory; a keepsake
For all the moments in my life
Where I was happy and content
And by the time my roads have ended
And my travels and explorations are over,
I will be left with a beautiful bouquet of roses
And never will they die
They will just come with me into the light of day
To a new world; Heaven
So I could look down upon others
And admire their beautiful bouquets of roses,
Handed to themselves by their own success...
This poem was my way of healing through my parent's divorce. I hated feeling torn between the two of my parents. I was beginning to learn that some people just aren't meant to stay together even when kids are involved. I began to understand that life is an incredible journey and you have to make the most of the moment you're in and do whatever you have to do to be happy.