That nervous
sensation of
the first day,
keeps coming.
Those butterflies,
still fluttering
in my stomach.
7th grade has
came, no matter
if I'm ready-
or not.
I finally reach
the most dreaded
place, the school.
Walking slowly,
I spot a light
in the darkness.
My friends.They,
too, see me.
A smile formed
on my face, as
if someone
reached to
my lips and
pulled it up.
And like magic,
the darkness
all disappeared.
The first day,
started and
went away
like a
candy in
your mouth,
melting,
disappearing
and at last
gone.
Everyday, we blossom.
We blossom, like flowers,
Growing into something
More beautiful
Than before.
Everyday, we learn
Something that
We never learned
Before. We store
That knowledge
And we almost
Always remember
It.
Everyday, is a new
Day. A day to start over,
Try again, and succeed.
Everyday, is a different
Day. To learn, to grow,
To live, and to love.