Realization (poem)

Realization

I always wanted relief.

To escape the worries

of now.

It had never occured

to me that I might

miss it.

That I might miss

this own personal

firey heck.

But I realize

that it has become

oddly familiar.

I realize, that

it has become a comfort

of sorts.

I realize that

it has become a

daily routine.

I always wanted releif,

but my eyes have

opened, and

I realize that I will miss it.

My own personal

firey heck.

(Dedicated to my time in school.)