Karlin K. Jensen Poet Blank verse

The Different Year

That year was different.
That year, we discovered things.
Time got longer for us,
Our cages more confined.
We learned who was real,
And who wore a mask.
I found out how many 
Tears I could cry.
Laughter was found
In unexpected places.
Changes happened daily,
Our expectations never realized.
Words were spoken lightly;
Truth and lies so similar.
We were growing up,
Too fast, yet so slowly.
It was a year of learning.
Of changing.
Of discovering who we are.
It was grade twelve.

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Timothy Hicks March 9, 2013 at 12:00 AM Though being homeschooled since I was eight I can still appreciate this. You give a very broad range of what it's like entering into the end of school days... the awkward space in time where you're not quite an adult, nor a child. Then again I guess we are all constantly growing... well penned! Karlin K. Jensen March 9, 2013 at 9:47 AM Thank you very much! I actually was homeschooled until grade six, so I have experience of both.