Into the Unknown

The boxes in the corner don't look quite like mine, while I struggle to understand how I'll find the time.

Between the pressures of student, roommate, and daughter, it feels like none of these things can collaborate any longer.

Who am I when this part is over?

Will pieces escape I've tried to keep covered?

I'm terrified of the future and running from the past while realizing for the first time that this moment can never last.

Everything I am is all that I've known but all the moments I've been given feel like a loan.

There's only seconds left in this one here

and I'm learning I can't hold on to all that is dear.

There's no real way to sustain the current situation as it's constantly passing us by without our permission;

I'm looking for an apology or warning for the future, something to tell me if I should be prepared to get sutures.

I look in the mirror at a reflection that's me, except it doesn't feel quite like the one I should see.

These days life feels like a highway, except without any lanes. Or a football team that doesn't know any plays.

But the future is simply nonexistent and the past is something you just must live with.

This moment I have is the only one I've got

and I plan to do my best to give it my best shot.

- Hi! This is my first poem and it's about how this week I move across the country from my family and this is the only way I can sum up this great, big existential feeling that comes with being in your early 20s. Hope you enjoy!