Yet to Discover...

People say that you can find a bit of the writer’s story in whatever he writes. A poem reflects what the poet feels. Many writers, have, in fact admitted to this. For instance, J.K Rowling, the author of the famous Harry Potter series said, in an interview that the story was greatly influenced by her hardships. Characters died when she was angry or in great grief, the dementors -one of the foulest creatures on Earth, who glory in decay and despair, drain hope and happiness from the air around them- were, to quote her, "based on her experience of depression".

I feel that it is quite easy to write about things we have felt, as compared to things we’re yet to discover.  I therefore think that a writer’s true test lies, not in making the reader feel what they have felt, but to take readers to places where the author has never been. Many of the readers might have been there already, many might have not. To engulf those who have, in his/her version, to make the undiscovered feel familiar, here lies the author’s trial. If your work keeps your secret, doesn’t let anyone know that what you’ve written is purely imagination, you know you’ve succeeded. 

That is what I’m going to try to do today. I’m 15 and most of the fifteen year olds I know write brilliantly, about stuff you’d expect, without a doubt, from teenagers. Love and broken hearts, backstabbing and fights, friends and crushes, well, isn’t that what we think teenage is all about? I have a wee bit different views on this, though I’ll have plenty of time to write about them later. So today, I’m going to try to write something, something I have never tried to write before, something that I’m yet to discover and something that I’m going to have to trust, my reading and my imagination will do justice to.

So here it is:

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Don’t let me go, he screams

But words fail him

He is broken inside

But tears fail him

He takes a step back

Tries to turn around 

And walk away,

But I hold his hand in mine

I don’t let him go

"I heard you scream",

"I saw your tears", I say

"But I wasn’t the one walking away.

I scream, but this time,

Words fail me.

I’m broken inside,

But tears now, fail me.

"I know" he says,

And I know he heard my scream

I know he saw the tears, he says

"You’re all I need to stay"

Then, he holds my hand in his

Doesn’t, this time, walk away

And now, I know

He’ll never let me go.