For young adults, August brings forth a world of new beginnings. Whether it be heading to college for the first time, moving into a new home, or simply starting a new school year, things are changing. As I watch hoards of excited freshman begin to fill my campus, I can’t help but reflect upon my college experience thus far and contemplate where I stand as a person. I may only have one semester left, but I feel so unprepared: I feel like I am getting ready to leave without attending the main event. For a little while now I have been searching for the words to convey my confusion, my anger, my fear, and even sometimes my hope about what is to come in the near future. Just now, I have finally discovered them, and they were hiding in a final project folder from last year. It feels odd looking back at my own thoughts and finding peace from them, but it’s what I needed today. Maybe this little poem may even help you too. I will let it speak for itself, my own little poem, A Perfect Storm.
A Perfect Storm: by Gabriela Czereszko
A bundle of nerves,
energy bound together, bursting at the seams.
Never resting, stirring constantly.
A surge begins to rise.
The nerves unwind, preparing to break free.
They dream, but never actually leave.
Anxiety, and fear, feed their power,
push them forward,
draw them near.
A perfect storm,
forever brewing, never breaking.
Thunder rumbles, lightning never strikes.
a spark, whirling in the wind.