Completely Unwritten

You're completely unwritten,
your story's just begun,
you've now started college
that's one battle you've won.

You walk in on move in day,
with nerves slowly unraveling,
your brain and your muscles,
are tired from traveling.

You slowly unpack,
the things that remind you of home,
you start getting that feeling,
that you're now all alone.

Your pages are refreshed,
from the pages written before,
your life has now started again,
you're now looking for more.

First time of meeting your roommate,
you see that you guys don't get along,
you try to ignore that aching sense,
by trying to be brave and strong.

More lessons have been added to,
the book that's called your destiny,
your goals and your dreams
don't come in one but aplenty.

First friend you meet,
you can tell you'll be great friends.
you're beginning to feel okay,
you start feeling like things are on the mend.

Some pages have gotten crinkled,
from the craziness of your days,
you realize that you can't find your class,
the college campus is a big maze.

You have finally gotten through,
so many obstacles and jumps,
you realize that your road,
is going to have some cracks and bumps.

The pages are starting to fill,
with stories that are about everything,
you see that your new life is going great,
you're now enjoying what it brings.

Your thoughts are now about papers,
not exactly about drama and boys,
you're thinking about the future ahead,
money, and how to get employed.

The book is now becoming your life
something that can be written for awhile,
your pages will get more creative,
have more enthusiasm, bounce and style.

It's up to you how college goes,
you're now on your own,
but you have to remember,
you're definitely not in this alone.

Go live your life vicariously,
your story has just begun,
you've accomplished your first few days,
that's one battle you've won.

09/13/06

I was just digging through my poems that I found in couple of notes and I happen to find this one. I took this poem from an a poem that I wrote about in high school for a project and changed it so it was fitting for college. The original was about kindergartners starting their life because my project was from mentoring/tutoring a class for a semester.

I don't know, I like these poems but I'm really not sure what to think of it, whether they seem juvenile or if they are actually alright? Maybe that is because I am so critical of my work.