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This post is dedicated to someone who I can only hope will get to read it.
It was my last year of high school, and you were asking people of all different grades, to write a poem about what their life was like. You said that you were looking for something free-verse, and that you wanted to put these poems in a book for others to read. You made me promise that I would do something with my poem.
Mrs. Laura Skinner, one of the great teachers that has had a powerful impact on my life, this post is dedicated to you. Here is that poem:
Free-Fall
Each moment passes swiftly as this unseen force and passing time steals me away from where I once was.
The solidity of familiarity cannot be returned, and time yields for no one. Though I’ve no way to ease my fall, to fight by my fears can only take away.
So I open my arms, and I close my eyes.
I take a deep breath, and let go of each passing fear, thus releasing me to experience…
…the rising wind as it kisses my cheek, and makes my hair dance.
…the songs of life as sung by the distant world.
I do not know what will happen, whether I will be smashed on the rocks, or fly with newly sprouted wings,
but in the mean time I will trust in hope, and embrace this ever rushing free-fall.
Now dear reader, I must ask something of you. I want my old teacher to see this. I don’t know how to reach her anymore. If this poem meant anything to you, and if you can be so kind as to help me I want to make sure she gets to read this. E-mail this post, forward this post, tweet this post, and if you know her show her this post, please help me make sure that she gets to see me keep my promise. Whatever you choose to do thank you.
Thank you readers, and thank you Mrs. Skinner.
