Revisiting the poetic teen that was me

In my teens I could be quite the drama queen. I realised that when I recently re-read my old journals from those days. I don't know if I should laugh or cry, but I am very happy to know that you keep evolving and changing as a person as long as you live. *grins* I was never really acting out my angst or drama other than among my closest friends and in my journals, but my, oh, my, that is quite enough.

One thing I'm still very proud of, though, is that I was constantly writing poems. The drama got channeled into a slightly more creative outcome and some of it I still rather like when reading it now 10+ years later. So in a salute to the poetic teen that I once was, here are some thoughts in the form of a poem.



Rocking your world is easy.
Without much effort at all your buttons get pushed.
I can't help feeling almost unjustly lucky.
My world is a considerably more stable and serene place
and my instincts tell me to share the bliss.
But you haven't yet reached the point
where you can fully accept my
gentle nudges of normalcy.
They agitate you and rock your boat
not at all in the way intended.
The rocking of a blissful hurricane.



keah