I love coming across old poems, or even being reminded that I wrote certain poems. This is a poem that one of my best friends suggested that I should seriously consider sending the lyrics to Taylor Swift. So, if there are any T-Swift haters out there, I guess you could consider yourself warned.
Now, the back story takes place in a high school setting. It was the time for the Sadie's dance, girls choice. I had asked someone to go with me, and I was anxiously waiting for his reply. Eventually I found out that another girl had also asked him and he chose to go with her. Being a senior in high school, feeling like the weight of the whole world was on my shoulders, naturally I was upset. So upset I wrote a poem about it.
I wasn't upset for very long, I got over it and asked someone else to the dance.
But remember that was just the back story.
Since writing that poem I have met many different people with back stories of their own. Stories that are very real and very painful. Some stories still continue on. Coming across this poem again after meeting those people made me realize that it can apply to more than just high school me broken up over a rejected invitation.
So this is for you people who are still wondering why that someone bailed out. Wondering how you can ever feel happy again after this. This is for you people who are still patching holes and rowing onward, even though your life is nothing like a dream. You people inspire me. Keep rowing. Keep patching. There is so much better in store for you than you will ever be able to imagine.
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| Photo taken in Falmouth, ME |
A Rowboat
by: Melissa Blume
Sitting in a rowboat
the boat begins to leak.
I am trying to bale us out,
but you think you’re too weak.
Another little rowboat
rowing gently by.
You jump out to join it,
leaving me behind.
Why? I ask, What did I do
that made you go away?
Here I am, alone - again.
I fear that’s how I’ll stay.
Alone in a leaky rowboat
Sinking by the minute
Sitting here in a daze
wondering why you’re not in it.
All right, enough. You made your choice.
Go away and leave me be.
I’ll fix this wreck myself,
until I find someone worthy of me.
