Wishing to be 18, poem by Brenda Davis Harsham (ME, AT 17 Poetry and Prose Series)

Here is a poem of being 17 and a photo of me with a friend’s cat. Have a magical weekend!

Silver Birch Press

me-with-cat-mouserWishing to be 18
by Brenda Davis Harsham

wishing away
my youth
wishing the days gone
so I can be gone
from a place of
where I can’t be real
I have to be fake
to pretend no feelings
have no opinion
make no waves
ask for nothing
do my chores
finish my homework
watch the sun set
the snow fly
the rain grizzle
through my window
damping myself into poetry
where my words
can sprout
grow wings
fly away
like me
one day
I will own
a cat.

AUTHOR’S PHOTO CAPTION: Me at 18 holding Mouser the Cat, alas not mine, but not loved the less for belonging to someone else.

NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR: Adolescence can be a tough time, an awkward time of waiting to grow up. Books and poetry were a balm to my soul. One dream that didn’t let go of me was…

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17 thoughts on “Wishing to be 18, poem by Brenda Davis Harsham (ME, AT 17 Poetry and Prose Series)

  1. My note to 17 year old Brenda: Don’t worry. This won’t last much longer. Soon the laws that govern all other mortals will not apply to you. You will be hanging out with fairies and making friends with grumpy trolls!

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