Crisscross
written by: Ayedyllyc
Through the window of my newly-forged niche,
Stands a tower, piercing the sky, so out of reach.
A dream that once gleamed in the eyes of a 10-year-old,
So close, yet so far; that dream is now in mold.
A blueprint of maybes I followed for far too long.
A crisscross of happenings where all things have gone wrong.
They said, “It wasn’t meant to be.”
But who decides what’s there for me?
The stars I chased were not my own.
The dream that raised me never belonged to me?
To a foreign land now I have come,
So fear outgrew the regret I couldn’t overcome.
In a quiet corner of my heart, it now hangs askew,
As I step into the unknown in search of something new.
NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR:
This poem is a poignant depiction of the feelings associated with the self-inflicted heartbreak of not getting into your dream college. Regret follows you around, but redemption is not possible, so is giving up okay now?
- Crisscross - August 2, 2025
