All Nonfiction
- Bullying
- Books
- Academic
- Author Interviews
- Celebrity interviews
- College Articles
- College Essays
- Educator of the Year
- Heroes
- Interviews
- Memoir
- Personal Experience
- Sports
- Travel & Culture
All Opinions
- Bullying
- Current Events / Politics
- Discrimination
- Drugs / Alcohol / Smoking
- Entertainment / Celebrities
- Environment
- Love / Relationships
- Movies / Music / TV
- Pop Culture / Trends
- School / College
- Social Issues / Civics
- Spirituality / Religion
- Sports / Hobbies
All Hot Topics
- Bullying
- Community Service
- Environment
- Health
- Letters to the Editor
- Pride & Prejudice
- What Matters
- Back
Summer Guide
- Program Links
- Program Reviews
- Back
College Guide
- College Links
- College Reviews
- College Essays
- College Articles
- Back
A little bit of inspiration.
I stop, turn and swivel around.
It's as if someone had called my name --
From the past.
Behind me, my previous life lines up.
Like soldiers parading through,
So tough, so out of place,
A distressed omen.
Outlined in white, like the
Naivete I still clutch close.
I examine my troops.
Faces stare back at me --
Some open, happy and welcoming,
Others closed, guarded, impenetrable.
And yet still some as interpretable as the moon.
But they're all the same.
They're all mine.
I face forward again, my past being my past
As I look out at undefined, crisscrossing paths.
My past follows me.
But I pave my future.
Similar Articles
JOIN THE DISCUSSION
This article has 0 comments.