On Monday, I graduated from 8th grade at Turning Point. It was a wonderful occasion, and many friends and family joined me for it. Each one of them made it truly special, I'm not going to bore you with a list of names.
To start, the Head of School (remember when that was me for a day?) said something about each of us. Then, we each gave a short poem about ourselves, the only guidelines were that we
1) had to include a line about our community
2) had to include a line about our family, because graduation is just as much about them as it is about the actual graduates
3) it had to include something beginning with 'my soul is'
So, I though that I'd share my poem with you...
Graduation Poem
By: Kellen
My soul is a fiery chariot that never stops blazing
My soul is testing the boundaries
Holding a girl who watches the stars,
That’s where you’ll find me,
Looking out at nothing, but with me there’s always something
Always something to make me smile, full of joy
A bubble of emotion and a static wire crackling with life
See through my eyes, those common hazel eyes
Behind their brownish skies there’s a portal, spilling into our dimension everything from the one that I’ve invented
And all the writing that I’ve done up from the paper
And all the sketches and the pictures come to life,
See those rainbow sparks that crackle through the night
Those are the friends and family that form a firework,
my firework
And in the place I live, the land I’m from, they might not know my name, but soon they will, I’m sure of it
See the tiny girl with scrunchies in her hair
That was me at the beginning, how far I’ve come from there
To this place that is my home, and I won’t forget it in a lifetime
See the tiny fingers pointing to the stars
Years ago I caught them in droplets of crystal shimmers
The only girl who talks to the moon, and doesn’t fear what the sky will do to me
See how I’ve grown up like a flower, tall and wild, tame but true
And the smile on my face is like an ocean, the calm before a storm
See the girl who watches the stars, that’s me
Looking past what’s already happened, to the future, it’s a giant white page in front of me
But I know what’s out there, and I’m ready for anything, to branch out like a tree
Because with me, there’s always something
After the ceremony |