I’m teetering on the edge of Seventeen.
Fifteen was too little, Sixteen was too late,
and now my feet are clinging onto the cliffside as
I dilate my already widened eyes to the violent churning of the unknown below.
I’m not ready to leave my adolescence;
my shining, shimmering, unadulterated effervescence.
The wiles of just being a girl and the flood of feeling
that push and pull me, but never let me sink.
I’m no stranger to swimming, but I can’t ignore the fear of wild uncharted waters
that do little to help me float.
I’m afraid I will lose a friend;
the one who has known me when many others have not.
She keeps my secrets and shames, while stumbling over her all-unknowing.
But my laughter and passion flow through her veins like the strongest of rivers.
I couldn’t begin to stop the tides of time,
and I know I will not go forward without fear.
But my friend will never leave me, she will grow by my side.
The cliffs will begin to feel like a perch and I will set my sight to the sky.
Here’s how you can destress from going into your senior year, don’t forget to have fun!
