High School Poetry! RUN!!! D8

*chuckle*  In the midst of cleaning and reorganizing after the flood of a few weeks back, I found a stack of my old high school poetry (written almost exclusively in Grade 12). I've begun putting the OCR software that came bundled with my scanner/printer to use, reclaiming my writing from those old dot-matrix printouts (yes, dot-matrix). Much of the poetry is dated, some of it is cringe worthy, and a few are... revealing. 

Take, for example, this poem about Death, in which I discovered I had some understanding of a fundamental pagan truth years before I actually became pagan:

Death 

I am Death. 

I am not Evil. 

I am not Good. 

I am feared, and hated, 

Yet I bring lasting peace 

I am an agent of Destruction, 

And by destroying, 

I become an agent of Creation: 

Allowing change, renewal, 

And rebirth. 

I am a destroyer. 

I am a creator. 

I am a bringer of change. 

I am Death.


Yes, not my most brilliant work (I was 18, cut me some slack!), but, yeah, the concept of Death being intimately tied to Rebirth is one I did not realize I had rolling around in my brain for so long.