Coming of Age

Coming of Age

Miniaci Performing Arts Center

...I still hold the last pieces of broken glass. I sit alone, wondering, all by myself, over the years trying to repair the shattered window; the only looking-glass that was to our future, our past, and even our present. God, how I pathetically still stare at the jagged fragments of sharp objects scattered on the floor like leaves blown off a tree. Staring blindly into an unknown realm, I try to peer out of the now unprotected hole in the wall. So secure, so untouched, and now it was judgment day. Time to finally accept time, time to finally accept things are different and I am no longer a child, to finally accept and move on.