Gentle Rage
Chandra Lynn (Age: 15)
There’s a peaceful war
a silent battle,
a gentle raging
taking place;
involved are my mind
and my heart.
I can do nothing to put it to an end.
If it ends, it ends.
Victory will be the conclusion.
Defeat will be the outcome.
This week on the blog, I will be sharing “musings from my younger self,” poetry (and maybe prose) I wrote during my teen years. Sometimes, I will comment, but if today is an indicator of the week ahead, I’ll probably just share the poem. I wrote the poem above when I was 15. If only my memory would allow me to tap into the context of the poem!
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Oh, the angst of youth. Bravo Chandra! 🙂
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Right. That’s exactly what I was thinking as I was retyping the poem, but as I mentioned in my comment with Rev Russ, I’m a little impressed with my ability to capture the paradoxes at such a young age.
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I’m impressed too! I wrote poetry at that age, and I can honestly say that none of it was as good as this. LOL 🙂 xoxo
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I am sure your poems were grrrrreat!
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I love that you’re doing this
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Awww…thank you, Barb. That is so encouraging. By the way, I have had a postcard sitting on my desk for you for ages. I can’t find your address. 😦
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Sent you an email
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Got it! Thanks! Will send Monday!
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Deep thoughts from a young/old soul.
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At first glance, I thought you wrote “from a youngblood.” LOL! I am often intrigued by how my mind worked back then. Even if the poem isn’t great, it’s hard for me not to appreciate the oxymoronic view of my youth. That was pretty sophisticated for a teenager! 😀
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