Hug It Tight

Bella Burnett '28

I asked you, when will I know?

When will I be “that” person?

When will I be the one with those brilliant ideas,

The kind that rush out of people so strongly and quickly,

But yet are still so detailed, and meticulously perfected in a blink of my eye.

My eye that struggles to see, but still wants to try,

I put on my glasses but yet I still find myself asking,

When will I be proud?

Time blows away,

The wind carries what could have been,

It’s off somewhere with someone else,

Right where it should be.

I want to bottle up the wind and hug it tight before it leaves,

But then it will never be where it should be.

When will I know?

I see my reflection in a shattered mirror,

Shards of me,

And someone else.

I tried to glue the mirror back to the way it was before: clean, whole, useful

But it was never the same as before,

“Right where it should be”, you told me.

I bottled up what you said and held it tight.

I tied a small ribbon around the jar,

I smiled at my creation.

Do I have to know?

I feel a sense of comfort when I am good at something.

I could do this!

This is it!

Until I’m posed with the truth: I don’t know.

“Right where you should be, right where you can be”, you said.

That night I got out my sparkly ribbon and tied the most brilliant bow.

I hugged it tight.