The Summer Trip (My Year in Poetry)
A great amount of strife
Went on in my life
In the months of last year
I shed many a tear
Whether it was college desicions
My still developing skills and their lack of precision
The discomfort of being in a foreign land
Or just having many and more people not understand
I found misunderstanding is a barrier without border
And any place with a high population often experinces disorder
That love within a family is the stuff of dreams
Even when members of that fmily are at times mean
I'm talking about my trip to Europe in the summer
Sadly the first half was kind of a bummer
I was hurt b anger thrown at me as an American and girl
Itwasn't until I left Rome that I egan to unfurl
For the seond half of my summer trip
I saw my grandma and nearly flipped
For a familiar face can be better than the wine
Her own home in France contributed to when we'd dine
This Eastward trip inspired great feelings for home
And made mine dreams for the wold greater known
That humankind not only craves connection
But the feeling can be inspired though creative invention
My goals are far reaching and long
And cannot be wholly described in a poem or song
They took root before I could drive a car
And have driven my actions more times then there are stars
It is film I love and stories I crave
I draw and write and still my mind plays
There are many place I go when creating on a blank sheet
For the flicker of a film is like a heartbeat
To return to the previous point
I want to live a long life of joy and not disappoint
The aspirations overboiling in my heart
For 2017 is only the start