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Childhood Lost
Childhood Lost- Narrative Essay for Comp I. 9-27-99 Sometimes when I listen to myself speak, it is not my voice I hear, but my mother’s. I love Mom, but the last thing I want is to be like her. As much as I hate to admit it, if I had known her as she was in high school, I doubt I would have liked her. The truth is, Mom has never understood anything that really matters to me. A parent who was popular and outgoing as a teenager rarely understands a child who is neither. My mother was beautiful; although that word is overused, it is the only one that comes…
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Haunted Winter
“Haunted Winter” 11-3-99 The winter breeze drifts in and out of my life like a ghost, that of someone who haunts only to be seen. I often wonder how long I have taken its presence for granted. Whispered secrets echo like thunder in the cold night air, longing for laughter as well as comfort. Only in children can innocence remain warm and peaceful. Darkness hides the snow-covered paths of day, enough to make wanderers of us all. Yesterday’s mistakes can be forgiven for memory’s sake. Ice embraces the trees to enclose true beauty and love, vacant to those with frozen hearts. Strength can crystallize but still shatter under stress. Each…
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Pieces of Myself
“Pieces of Myself ” 10-29-99 I can still remember the first time we were completely alone together, being nervous but never once being afraid. That night I gave you a piece of my soul, for the first time between two shooting stars. You asked me to trust myself, told me to loosen up; so I did that for you and let my worries drift away. I can still remember when I could have lost you forever, having realized before that I love you. That night I gave you a second piece of my soul, under another shooting star. Now in my current state, all I can do is think of the past and the future…
