Poet: Sara Pounds

Sara Pounds lives in Florida. I met her when she was in the sixth grade; I was her language arts teacher. I am so proud of her writing and wanted to share a poem that she posted on Facebook recently.

I feel an uncertainty about this path-

I also don’t know how long it will last-

Pages of books that are kept under the sheets-

It speaks volumes and speaks to me-

The pictures in frames tell of other days-

Oh I long for the ways it turned out-

I swear I don’t know how it got this way-

But as I look up the sky depleted me-

The soul is dark and gray but aren’t they the same-

Eyes of night and the mourning was bright-

It wakes me up to say-

come on in and enjoy it again-

Hearts are broken but I’m just here to mend-

It speaks volumes and it speaks to me-

Tells of a story of you and me-

Oh love we know not what we do-

should we say we’re sorry or are we just misunderstood-

Stay or leave oh the choices are so weak-

It grows within me-

The trust that once destroyed me-

It speaks volumes and speaks to me-

I feel an uncertainty about the past-

I also don’t know how long it will last-

The memories that seems to consume me-

It speaks volumes and it seems to speak to me-

Daily Response:

Sara’s repetitive verse, “It speaks volumes and it speaks to me,” reminds me of why we write poetry in the first place. If you were going to sit down and write a poem, what would be the topic? What emotion or idea “speaks” to you?