October 15

16 hours was all it took,

To make the change from where I stood.

I wanted to go back to that familiar place,

But who would have guessed,

That after two years I wouldn't regret my stay.

It was a different town, a different place,

With different faces, and different cases.

"They were the nicest, so I've heard,"

Yet I didn't trust my own words.

 

October 15 become my first day.

I walked down that hall so bleak and so dull,

Not knowing what to do as my skin started to crawl.

The door was open, so I walked in.

I sat in the seat as far as I could be

And thought, "I should make the most of it at least."

I looked around, and it was all the same,

These faces and colors were as clear as day.

I decided that some effort had to be made

Because soon I learned it wasn't all in vain.

 

I ended up loving this town with its rivers and trees,

And it made me see my true destiny.

As if I was burning from within;

My future now lay in the palms of my skin.

A different town, a different place,

With different faces, and different cases.

Shaped me to be the best I could be.

For before I didn't have the courage to see.

 

October 15 the day I first came,

Then, in fact, became my last.

Though filled with tears

I swore to be the best of me,

No matter where I go;

For, in the end, I could only grow.

This poem is about: 
Me

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