Nick Nicolazzo, ’24. Poetry.
How is it that I’m always pulled by waves?
I can’t tell which direction I’m going
The same voices push and pull day and day.
I’m not able to be free and flowing.
It’s rare when the waves tell me a story
Calm or powerful they are always there
Making decisions for me when only
I need to be the only one. I swear.
I love the ocean but sometimes, I need
A pond where only I can make my waves.
But without the waves, I will cry and bleed
But taking that step creates a new phase.
There will be times when I need the ocean
But for now, I can take care of myself.
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