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Anticipation!

September 4, 2018

I wrote this poem in high school for our annual literary newspaper. But, with three weeks until publication of my novel and four weeks until official launch, it describes the way I am feeling now.

 

One two three four five six metal rungs
Dented in the middle
Five four three two only one more
I'm next!
Seated on the highest step
A small girl in pigtails,
Seated up there.
Gripping tightly curved, thin bars
She inches down the shiny slide.
Then, presto! Zing!
She's whizzing down at terrifying speed
And then the end!
With feet on ground
She just walks away.
Then here I am
The new Queen of Queens,
Sceptre in one hand,
Crown on my head.
Each step took me up the royal ladder-
Servant, page, countess. duchess, princess, Queen,
Each one more exciting than before,
Each step higher than the others,
Looking smugly down at the poor
Lonely people on the ground.
And here I am
Queen of Queens
Envy of the rest.
Taller, higher,
As high as the trees
(Well, not quite)
Floating among the clouds
Statue of LIberty
Looking down on her people
But the best is yet before me.
The flight!
The indescribable sensation
That breathtaking, airborne feeling
To think of it makes me laugh and cry
And here I am
Taller, higher
Unwilling to let go, yet so willing.
I hold my breath
And close my eyes
And let go--
Then, presto! ZIng!
Whizzzzz!
I am a lowly servant
Dethroned so soon.
The new Queen of Queens
Begins her reign.
Never mind.
There's always tomorrow.
I can't wait.

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