Graduation

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by mgcmn1234

by mgcmn1234

Graduation

The final hour,
The turning point,
Where teenagers become adults,
The point where crossroads are formed.
What used to connect all of us,
Severed,
The leash that kept us in check and bound no longer defines us.
We aren't fellow classmates anymore,
We are fellow citizens.
Some of us will stay here and grow their roots,
Others will create branches and make their roots travel across miles.
For some this will be the last time we see each other again,
Our new chapter will begin,
With new characters and events,
One page after another of our own design.
We aren't tied down to conformity anymore,
We now become who we want to become.
We become the center of our lives,
Focused on who we are and what we are.
We've graduated from the school of abstract thought,
We now need to use that diploma and apply it to life.
It isn't about whether or not you were able to become the best,
It's about being here,
In this moment where we are connected one final time,
Before the last words are called and our caps fly in the air.
We fly and soar to greater heights,
Find a new flock,
Remembering where your nest was.
So now we graduate,
Teenagers to Citizens,
Spreading our wings far and wide,
All these past moments,
Good and bad,
Comes to this point of greatness.
Graduation isn't an ending,
But an introduction to a new beginning.