Transition Period

I wrote this poem during my Freshman year in college after getting lost on my way back to campus. At the time, and even now, I feel like I am in a never-ending transition period. However, it's important to remember that sometimes transition periods; when you feel uncertain, and scared of all the possible avenues your life could take; are when you grow the most.

Winding roads, back country roads,

Twisting ‘round cow fields, tree stumps, and headstones.

Laughing over the radio,

Cool air throws your hair about

Through the open window.

You took a wrong turn but continue on.

Not wanting to get there; not wanting to go back.

You remember a time when getting lost

Meant terror unraveled at the thought

Of independence.

Now you feed off the isolated reassurance;

That freedom is better than staying.

So you let the road curve you,

‘Round farm houses and hills.

Hoping that this is how life

Will some day always feel.