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Photo Poetry

May 18, 2023
By Anonymous

You get to determine your story 

My story didnt go the way I planned it to go

No that doesnt mean my story was horrendously horrible 

Just means my story took a turn

Did a loopty loop

Went off the course and took the highway to a new world


This picture is me 

It is me thinking I knew what my story was going to be

Though thats the part where I was wrong 


Look in my eyes

What do you see?

Is it joy, happiness, and eager to play the game?

Or 

Is it sad, confused, lonely not knwoing what to do?


Look at my shoulders

What do you see?

Is it confident, upright, and presentable Sofia?

Or 

Is it hunched down, no feeling, depressed looking body language?


In that moment I was confused, depressed

thought that everyone I cared about had crushed me into the ground

My confidence 

Ruined 

My passion 

Ruined 


My shoulders hunched because it felt like I had the weight of the world on my shoulders

My eyes glazed over like a camera with a smudge on it 

From the numb feeling of betrayal and false accusations

Numb to what was to come 

Numb to what had already happened 

Numb to the thought of quitting


Quitting something I never allowed myself to do

Was a thought in my head, on that day, in that picture


You look into my eyes and you can see all the thoughts rumbling through my head

You can look into my eyes and see what im seeing 

Feel what im feeling 


From that day on I gave myself the choice 

To quit 

Or to push towards something greater


Though remember, quitting was no option 

I pushed through this battle 

Through the tears

Through the heartbreak

Through the lost confidence 


Until I found myself again 

Until I had people who wanted me and saw me for me 

My potential was found

Because I worked 


The sight that I didnt see in that picture though 

The sight that you couldnt see in those eyes was 


The sight of me playing college hockey

But I did it

I worked 

I got five offers

five offers I never imagined getting 


Five offers my story never told me I would get

Five offers those eyes would have never seen if I quit 


My story has changed 

No I didn't have the smoothest ride to this new world 

There was potholes and traffic jams on the way 

But I kept riding 

Until my story was back on track


There probably will never be a smooth ride 

But until the day I die 

I will never quit on something I love 

Because 

I can determine my story 


The author's comments:

There is a photo with this poem but it won't let me put it in the text box. But I think you can imagine the emotion and scene of the picture while reading. enjoy!


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