Finding an old poem, and forgotten wisdom

Once again I'm procrastinating. I should be writing a paper right now, but instead I've been going through some of my old poetry. Here's an autobiographical poem I wrote freshman year of high school for an assignment. It seems hard to believe that was six years ago. If you've read any of my other posts you've probably gathered that I'm in the process of getting to know myself again. Reading this poem I realized just how well I knew myself at that point in my life. I guess I sort of forgot that I was thinking all these things and internalized them. It's nice to see that what defines me at my core really hasn't changed that much. It's also nice to see that I've actually done some of the things on my "life" to do list. I'd say this poem defines me as much today as it did then. Enjoy!

[Note: I haven't updated the people in my family or any other parts of the poem except removing God from the last line after "Resident of," because it didn't make any sense, and adding a comma after "life" in the same line.]

Sarah Elizabeth

Artist, poet, Christian

Sister to Jack, daughter to Beth and Louis, granddaughter to Litty, Sally, David Sr., and Carlos Sr., great-granddaughter to Elizabeth Jones, niece to David and Billye, Catherine and Phil,  Robert and Melissa, and Carlos Lee Jr. and Mary, cousin to Helen, David 3^rd, Rebecca, Ashley, Luke, Tucker, Clark, and x

Lover of art, history, books, musicals, poetry, the first spring bloom of roses, Greek mythology, the renaissance, fairy tales, and all things bright and beautiful

Who feels that life is a game in which we are all merely pawns placed in different ways, the only difference between the pawns in chess and us is that we in life are given a choice, to skip ahead while destroying the opponent or to wait and let all the other pawns pass by, or we to wait and eventually reach our goal while achieving greater personal wisdom by helping others along the way

Who needs the comfort of friends, hot coco steaming on a cold winter day, and knowing that God is there

Who gives everyone a chance, thought to life, and help to those who need it, be they friend or foe

Who fears the ultimate power of knowledge, the possibility of world destruction, and not fulfilling her destined life

Who would like to travel the globe, touch people, see the world's most beautiful gardens, see the Mona Lisa at the Louvre, have coffee in a small café in Paris overlooking the city of ancient gaiety, travel to Rome and see Michelangelo’s timeless masterpieces, make an impact on the world, and see those most mysterious corners of the world

Resident of life, forever trapped until death in a human world

Ygartua

At the Gate

So here's a little something I wrote today while I was seated outside a palace in Copenhagen.


"And there she stood looking in from outside the palace gate, laughing at escaping fate. But it was the kind of laughter tinted with irony, with knowing something has been irrevocably lost. Freedom, perhaps, but at what cost? And what kind of freedom is it when the heart cries for something else? She was learning that there were many types of captivity."


I don't know what I'm going to do with it just yet, but I quite like it.

Update

Obviously I haven't posted in a while. This shouldn't be a problem since nobody really reads this blog. But, on the off chance that you do and that you are perhaps interested, here's what's been going on with me.

The Old Harbor. Bikes are EVERYWHERE!

I arrived in Copenhagen, Denmark in August and have been enjoying myself immensely. I love this country so much. I resonate with their attitude toward life.

Near where I wait for the bus in the mornings. The 7-Elevens are everywhere too and open late! You can see the tail end of my bus in this photograph.

Langley, Jillian 

and my roommate,

Meredith

I've met so many interesting new people from all over the world. I've tried so many new things: foods, wines and beers. I've basically come out of my shell in a way that I couldn't have anticipated. I've been out dancing, to a concert in Christiania, to museums of all sorts and on long walks getting lost, and found, in the city. I've also come to rely on public transportation, which I LOVE!

I don't think I quite new what to expect when I signed up to come to Copenhagen, but it wasn't this. This is so much better.

Roskilde Viking Museum. These are the real ships!