Sixteen Is

Was looking through my old files today in a wave of nostalgia and found this poem. I wrote it when I was still getting used to being sixteen and find that, one year later, I feel pretty much the same about being seventeen.

 

Sixteen Is

Sixteen is a delicate set of scales, a tightrope

The slightest shift in weight will tear your world apart.

Sixteen is uncertainty, and complacency

Hamartia and hubris

Pure joy or raw rage

Overconfidence—and fear itself.

Life in nauseating, dizzying, focus.

Sixteen is

The world getting heavy suddenly.

The perfect time to seize the day.

Delight in your independence.

Sixteen is power,

And responsibility,

That age to reassert yourself

A load of ********, often

Self-inflicted.

But even so, sixteen is…

Unconquerable

Invincible

Infinite.

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