A Ghazal for the Class of 2014
Middle school is finished. Life waits beyond these doors.
Your childhood diminished, it abates beyond these doors.
Rush headlong into glory. Stimulate your brain.
Generate your story through gates beyond these doors.
High school unveils riddles of enigmatic futures.
Every moment whittles your fates beyond these doors.
Countless contributions rise as possibility.
Seek out new solutions to relate beyond these doors.
While Mrs. Warren’s classroom grew with inklings of your yearnings,
the world expects a huge debut—go great beyond these doors.
Another ghazal, I know! Thanks to We Write Poems for the prompt, "doors." Friday is the last day of school. (woo hoo!) This is a rough draft...I keep changing it (don't be surprised if you come back to a totally different piece at some point!). Thanks for taking the time to read my words.