Twenty Years Ago
posted in General |Twenty years ago, I was graduating from high school. Bon Jovi (Wanted Dead or Alive) and Debbie Gibson (Shake your Love) were on the radio. And I was suffering from teenage angst. I was darn good angst; I could have starred on MySpace, if that sort of thing had been around.
Check out this poem, kept for 20 years in Jabberwocky, our literary magazine…
I’m on the verge of losing the best thing
that’s happened to me.
I feel torn inside, and the only stitchery
is your handiwork.
I’m on the verge of becoming alone again
And I cannot stand the thought
of shouldering the world’s needs
(my needs)
by myself, without someone
to understand and help me.
I’m on the verge of being crushed by emotions
none mine, yet all mine
confusion, sorrow, others.
I don’t know which is worse;
losing you or giving up.
Either way, I hurt inside.
Yeah, I know. We all lived through our angsty period. This poem is a good example of what I would classify now as “raw materials” handed to me by the Muse, who expected me to do something more than … blapp it down on a piece of paper 
