Looking

We're always looking

Looking out the dirty bus windows

into the hot dark night.

 

Looking at the faces

of the teachers

who have taken us this far.

 

Looking into the eyes

of my closest friends,

knowing that I might never

see them again.

 

But most importantly,

looking into my own heart

and discovering myself

as this chapter in my life ends. 

Author's Note

After my classmates and I graduated from 8th grade, we took a bus to go our graduation party/dance.
Enjoy!

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

You are a wise young lady. Some moments in a life are important. A graduation to another step in your life will be a good day and memory. Thank you for the excellent poem.
Coyote

[kdpgrahi]

Excellent. I love it

[Cal]

And then Siena (I can't spell!) walks onto the bus.
...
SIEEENNAA!!!!!!
That was so awsome.

[Lemontine]

You're gonna make me sad all over again!

[SamBug]

Really good use of words. I liked this a lot.

[TJ]

nice piece of reflection and celebration of a the end of a chapter and the beginng of a new one

[Maya Storm]

Graduation :) bitter sweet...
Yes something is ending but the new possibilities are worth it... moving forward is always so exciting... liked the poem a lot

[Dark Angel ~]

Ah... the time after eighth grade... I remember that day. (you're going to hate high school, btw)
This perfectly describes that time in life, great job. :D

[Ruth]

Excellent..yes..one ends..another begins :) And so life is a mystery lol xx