Novella

We are all our own pages.

Novella

A new life.
A new chapter.
Some of the phrases are the same.
There are more clauses,
And more pauses,
As if the writer was unsure of which way.

This volume is thicker.
Few pages are filled.
A future of possibilities ahead,
But only one road.
The climax is uncertain
And unpredictable.

Yet, the ending is always the same.
The only difference is,
How they get there,
The font,
And the Name.


--Sep. 24, 2007

*This poem has won some attention at my college. I'd like some more critique.*