To Write or Not to Write —Louisa Treadway ’21’ To write, or not to write—that is the question. The questions and apps of Common and Coalition, Or to procrastinate until the due date And delay Fear’s reality. Denied, dreams gone— No more—and with that I defer both fears Of rejection and the ever looming fear Of now growing up. ‘Tis a concept I thought my life, oblivion—yes, that’s my fear, That I would not have lived a life well lived, Before I lose my mind or go to meet The Almighty. But one cannot Truly live if they are ruled by their fears. And one can’t truly live sans taking risks, A leap of faith, to raise up one’s sails and Let Fate’s winds guide me onward, to new ventures, And discover one’s calling, and when I Take a closer look and truly think ‘bout it Isn’t that exactly what school’s The liminal space ‘tween youth and adult, And lasting friendships are forged, where the winds Blow away the fog, clearing our path, And after four or more years we have some Clue of where we’d like the winds to take us? I do not know where my ship is headed, But no one can go anywhere standing still Cuz our ships aren’t meant to dwell in the past, So I must raise my sails and head to new shores, For new journeys await me in the winds, And I must write my way there.
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