15 years ago

[mightydays]

I found my poetry book from ages 11-18. Some seriously tortured, depressed stuff. So I wasn't just morbid and weird, but I was seriously, just sad. So, so strange to look back. I remember, but don't totally recognize the person writing the poems. If my kids ever write like I did, I'd send them to therapy. Exactly 15 years ago (age 13) I wrote the poem below.

Master of my universe
Creator of my domain
Blinded by the sea
Healed by the flames
How far can you see into my soul?
How deep can you reach into my being?
I long for you
I dream of you
When will you save me from this pain?
6/8/1990