At Sunday's Voices of Poetry, Nia Jessup from Third Form read out her interesting poem 'The Wish I Regret:
The wish I regret …
A teenager
Not an adult but not a kid either
That's what we are
The between
We have to act like adults
But also have fun
And enjoy our younger years
While we're still young.
5 years.
That's all it is,
It sounds so short.
Yet it feels so long.
The wish to grow older
The wish to be free
From all the things that our parents see.
I regret the wish.
We sit in neat rows,
But our minds are a maze,
Wandering far,
Through uncertain days.
We carry our futures
In our minds each day,
While pieces of childhood
Are slipping away.
The wish to grow older—
It burned like a flame,
But age came with shadows
And burdens with names.
I wanted to rush,
Through the long restless days.
Not knowing I'd look back
And long for those ways.
I regret that wish …
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