Minimally Speaking

Few things shape a persons psyche 

In a year like a lover 

and the first to entice thee

 

Sixteen shaped me through a love I lost

At the time keeping up no matter the cost

The birth of my brother 

The loss of my lover

A renaissance change 

To which after then I twas never the same

 

Sixteen showed me whole new friends

Navigating a new high school and whole new bends

This was the year I made amends

Found some humility and tied some loose ends

 

A little less rigid than I was a year before

A little less boring yet a little more mature

The beginning of my junior year brought allure

My classes, marching band and more

seeming a little less academic

More a social chore

 

Sixteen was a year that gave as much as it took 

My beliefs and foundations so readily shook 

This year found my childhood slipping away 

Turning the next chapter, for the dawn of the next day. 

This poem is about: 
Me

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