Four Years in the
Life of Rena
My feet hit the
hallway floor
Fear of eyes on me
Look down, never
ahead
Brisk pace until you
reach “safety”
My feet hit the party
floor
Hands, awkward and
gangly
Laughs too loud, but
still sincere
Night after night,
forgetting the weight
My feet hit the
library
Endless work, paper
after paper
Movies galore, with
the ones I adore
One last round of
love in all its forms
My feet hover
Caught in a state of confusion
Fear, sadness, but
joy, and hope as well
All will be okay.
I set this poem up as a chronological progression through my
high school years. The first stanza deals with the uncomfortable nature of
freshman year. I used the word “safety” as a metaphor for my classes with
people I had come to know, in juxtaposition with the hallway where I knew nearly
no one. This opposition helped me to establish a tone that seems at first to be
anxious. The next stanza illustrates sophomore year and my transition into a
more social person. The word “weight” references the difficulties I experienced
as a part of this transition. The third stanza talks about junior year and the
endless workload I experienced. Despite this though, the phrase “love in all
its forms” deals with my strong friendships and relationship with my boyfriend.
Both things I cherished and still cherish deeply. The rhyme in the third line
is meant to mirror the newfound light-heartedness I came across my third year
in high school. Finally, the last part discusses senior year and all the mixed
emotions that come along with it. The adjectives used to describe it shows the
contrast and contradictions we as seniors face. Each stanza begins with the
same phrase in order to explain a theme of my life every year. The last on is
still up in the air because I cannot look at senior year with the mindset of someone
who has already concluded it. Each segment is around the same length, which
represents the equal time spent in every grade. The tone by the end of the poem
is simply matter of fact. Many occurrences in high school are fantastic, but
just as many are trying and difficult. It is an insight I have come across over
this past year, and one that influenced this poem. The final line includes a
period, signifying the completion of both the poem and my time in high school.
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