I believe this poem was written not long after I first left home to go to school.I’m Feeling More than I Can Write Nothing… Is that what I feel? I don’t know. Maybe I’m scared. Maybe I’m lonely. I miss my old life some, yet begin to love the new one. But it’s not getting back to normal the way I thought it would. Everything has changed for me, and nothing can I predict. I’m moving on. I’m changing… being changed by my surroundings. I’m getting tossed along, doing what I’m forced to do. I used to feel in control; I chose what shaped my life. I now welcome the unexpected, though it scares me. No one is here to guide me, to show me my mistakes. But I know I’ll make it through this test of independence. I am strong, but I’m still afraid. Each choice I now make determines bits of my future. Much like a puzzle, the pieces are there. But without the final picture, I’m only guessing where they go.
Terree L. Klaes 1997