My freshman year was quite grand,
as I began to understand the lay of the land.
I went too far with a boy;
yet tried to seem rather coy.
My heart was broken in two.
but prince charming swept in on cue.
I thought I had found ‘the one’,
but soon found I just wanted some fun.
Sophomore year came and went,
realizing just how much my friends meant.
Pool parties, cheerleading and tennis-
and, oh! Those boys, they became a menice.
I became more aware of those I’d hurt,
giving my heart a little growth spurt.
In a relationship once again-
by the time the sun warmed my skin.
I saw “forever” with him its true;
especially when my life went askew.
Lies, stress, and failures were there,
marking the start of a constant scare.
I desired to be wanted;
To be
loved,
To be
accepted.
Instead, I let my dignity be flaunted.
Feeling empty and broken again,
I turned to the world with a fake grin.
My heart was set on an idol-
focused on my relationship title.
I soon gained strength to stand,
knowing that God’s love for me is more than the sand.
God became my One True Love-
recognizing his grip on me like a glove.
Boys started to come and go-
at times pausing my opportunity to grow.
I am strong enough to be alone,
melting a heart of stone.
Senior year brought a bittersweet ride;
while definitely knocking down my pride.
My friends remained true,
And those heartbreaks? There were a few.
My wings have sprouted up-
with the idea of independence filling my cup.
I long to learn more about what’s outside,
and I know that God will be along for the ride.
