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| Circa 2005 – My Senior Year in High School |
“It’s pretty simple what I want right now…I just want to be held…To have someone take me away from this worldAnd slow down the pace just a little bit.Because the reality around me is moving too fast,I’m trying to keep up with it but I don’t know if I can last.I have so much to do in sooo little timeMy only solitude is when I sit back, relax, and write a rhyme…A simple touch will do it, just to know that someone’s thereWho. Actually in all honesty, from the bottom of their heart cares.Just take your arms and wrap them around me, let the tension inside untwineHelp me to realize that no matter what, all the time in the world is mine.Make me feel safe if only for a minute or a second if that’s all I’ve got.Help me to appreciate everything I have, so I can strive for everything I have not.Give me strength because I am tired; though you may not see it that is what I amJust hold me, please just hold me … till I have strength on my own to stand.A simple touch, gesture, or whisper just to let me know …That you will be there during the Commercial…So I’ll be ready for the Reality Show.”
– Setarra –
I wrote this poem as a senior in high school while undergoing the whirlwind of applying to colleges and trying to balance my grades, social life & a bad case of senioritis. I was, am and will probably always be a busybody. I thrive on making plans and seeing them come to fruition. Plans give me something to look forward to. I’m 25 now and this poem is still pretty much applicable to life with a few differences that come with growth and maturity. It’s funny how life comes full circle.
The days have been super busy lately… But I think the difference between the “busy” of my high school years and now is that, I no longer have the angst of being a teenager trying to find and make something of herself. My plans are not as frantic. I don’t panic as much when things don’t go as planned. I’m learning how to go with the flow and relax a bit more. I know who I am and have an idea about where I’m going. I am more open to change and learning to embrace what life throws at me.
Reading this poem while flipping through my old journals the other night … My response was different. Of course, every once in a while I want to be held or have someone be there to listen when life gets crazy. But I no longer have that need to “get away or escape from life.” When I initially wrote this poem, I envisioned someone else arriving (my knight in shining armor?) and rescuing me from my chaotic days. But I know now that there is no such thing as a “commercial” in life. Because even in those moments of escape, I am still living in reality.
I realize now that the “knight in shining armor” I was speaking to in my poem was in fact, Myself. Not some random man… Myself, as in the young lady I am now. The teenager reaching out in her poem to the lady she would be in hopes that it would all get better in time. It did. It does. And life continues …
Bring It On 2013 … Bring. It. On :)
xo, Setarra
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