Unsweet Sixteen
a picturesque postcard of youth and fragility
A disarray of giant white and pink balloons
lined the old dance hall.
Had the others asked for them?
Or had they been like me—
forced into the humiliation of a party I didn’t want,
thrown for friends I didn’t have.
It was like sitting alone
in the middle of prom.
Blast to the past.
Glimpses of a future wedding,
rushed out of desperation and time.
Sweet sixteen—
a picturesque postcard
of youth and fragility.
Thoughts of a childhood ending.
Thoughts of knowing it all.
A new era beginning.
Sweet sixteen.
Never felt so sweet.
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I loved reading this poem! The images are vivid, and the tone feels honest all the way through x