Creative Writing: Spotlight on Poetry 
by Nicole Billot, Junior, iPreparatory Academy

The main inspiration for this poem is from times when I’m feeling hopeless and just exhausted. There are times that everything flows by at speeds I’m unable to comprehend. Sometimes I feel like I need a break, a good amount of time to just catch myself. There may be too much I need to do, or too much I want to do; sometimes those things are the same, sometimes they are different. I’m overly stressed but, like a clock,  nothing ever stops.

Yet Life Goes On

I run around in circles,
Tossing and turning in my head,
Trying to keep still,
Yet life goes on.

Attempting to catch my breath
While everyone is running ahead.
Quickly losing time
As the seasons of life go by.
I’m lost.
I’m at loss.

I need to understand what my life means.
I need to understand what I want my life to mean.
I need to begin to act.
I need to begin giving my life meaning.

Things are going too fast
How do I function if I can’t even relax?
My mind is racing.
My heart is beating.
Yet life goes on.
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Image of melting clock from https://www.vippng.com/

The inspiration for this poem derives from my interests in visual arts: traditional art (specifically using pencil or pen) and recently digital art. These interests have been my main source of motivation for most of my life. Unfortunately this motivation vanished by the end of middle school, and that’s why I went to iPrep. Not much happened in terms of visual arts for a couple of years until junior year happened. I found an internship relating to visual arts that got me back into it. My motivation has returned and I’ve been practicing my art fundamentals, gesture drawing, and more. I decided I should attempt to pursue it. I have a slightly better feeling about my future now.

Image of climbing up stairs from https://www.seek.com.au/

       

It's Never Too Late

Passion can be complicated.
A blessing.
A curse.

Passion is our main reason for drive.
Determination.
Desperation.

Sometimes the things we love most disappear,
Sifting through our hands,
Disappearing at a glance.

The things we like to do,
The things we thought we would do,
The things we would do till our end.

They vanish–

There is hope though:
It can come back.
Hope will come back.