The SOVA Project is happy to feature this blog post written by one in our team of fantastic SOVA Ambassadors—these are young people who help create meaningful blog posts from adolescents’ perspectives. We hope you can use their post to start a conversation with your adolescent.
This is a poem I wrote about anxiety and how things that feel catastrophic now aren’t always worth the time and stress we tend to waste on them:
When I’m Old
when I’m old and I’ve lived my whole life
my wrinkled hands won’t remember
the faded scars acquired in times of strife
my wrinkled hands will remember
the cramps conquered with years of piano
my foggy head will no longer despair
if I cannot word for word define the word nano
my foggy head will then only despair
at the wasted time spent frantically studying
when I’m old, will I regret
the grades that I’ll forget
or the times that I would fret
when I’m old, will I think back
to all the things that I lack
or when I stopped taking flak
I hope I’ll have learned it’s okay
to sometimes be led astray
I hope I’ll be able to say
I had fun while finding my way
What memories do you have of your adolescent years? What memories do you want your child to remember of their time now?