^^^An old photo series I’m still quite fond of..


It’s pretty simple what I want right now..

I just want to be held.

To have someone take me away from this world

And slow down the pace just a little bit.

Because the reality around me is moving too fast

I’m trying to keep up but I don’t know if I can last.

I have sooooo much to do in sooo little time

My only solitude is when I sit back, relax, and write a rhyme..

A simple touch will do it, just to know that someone’s there

Who. Actually in all honesty, from the bottom of their heart cares.

Just take your arms and wrap them around me, help the tension inside untwine

Help me to realize that no matter what, all the time in the world is mine.

Make me feel safe if only for a minute or a second if that’s all I got

Help me to appreciate everything I have, so I can strive for everything I have not.

Give me strength because I am tired; Though you may not see it, that is what I am.

Just hold me, please just hold me.. Till I have strength on my own to stand.

A simple touch, gesture, or whisper.. Just to let me know

That you will be there during the Commercial..

So I’ll be ready for The Reality Show.

~ Yours Truly ~

I wrote this poem as a senior in high school while undergoing the whirlwind of applying to colleges and trying to balance my grades, social life & a bad case of senioritis. I was, am and will probably always be a busybody. I thrive on making plans and seeing them come to fruition. Plans give me something to look forward to. I’m 25 27 now and this poem is still pretty much applicable to life with a few distinct differences that come with growth and maturity. Isn’t it funny how life always finds a way to come full circle?

The days have been super busy lately… But I think the difference between the “busy” of my high school years and now is that, I no longer have the angst of being a teenager trying to find and make something of herself. My plans are not as frantic. I don’t panic as much when things don’t go as planned. I’m learning how to go with the flow and relax a bit more. I know who I am and have an idea on where I’m going. I am more open to change and am learning to embrace what life throws at me.

Reading this poem while flipping through my old journals the other night… My response was different. Of course, every once in a while I want to be held or have someone listen to my woes when life gets crazy. But I no longer have that need to “get away or escape from life.” When I initially wrote this poem, I envisioned someone else arriving (my knight in shining armor) and rescuing me from my chaotic days. But I know now there is no such thing as a “commercial” in life. Because even in the those moments of escape, I am still living and breathing my reality.

I realize now that the “knight in shining armor” I was speaking to in my poem was in fact, Myself. Not some random man on a horse… Myself, as in the young lady I am today. The teenager reaching out in her poem to the lady she would grow to be.. In hopes that it would all get better in time. It did… It does. And life continues…

With that said, there are two more weeks left in my spring semester of grad school to go. Two papers and a finance final to study for… I can do this. I will do this. I’m a bad bitch. <– my confidence boosting mantra. 

Things will be quiet on the blog until then. BRB. Want to still keep in touch? Instagram is the solamente way to go :)

*original poem  published on December 26, 2012. This poem will always have relevance in my life.

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  • Wow, I can't believe you wrote that in high school. You're incredible.

    I found myself nodding the whole time while I was reading this. I also found that with a few years under my belt, it doesn't bother me as much when things don't go as planned…either that or I'm better at dealing with it!

    Loved this post, Setarra.

  • Good luck! I know finals season is a killer, but I'm sure you'll do great!

  • Setarra, your poem is so beautiful. I am not a teenager anymore but with all the problems and issues going on around me I feel related to it. Thank you for sharing. and good luck with your papers. You will do great! Xoxo.

  • Love this post Setarra! Beautiful poem, you got talent girl.

    Best of luck with your work! :) x

  • how great that you found that (and what an eloquent teen you were!) and see how far you've come. you've grown up to be one classy lady! good luck with the studies xx

  • Love the meaning you've found through the years with this poem! So great! And keep pushing through school – you got this boo!


  • You have some serious skills….you wrote that in HS? Wow! And girl, you have got the last two weeks. KILL IT!!! Send you good juju!! xoxo

  • Such a well-wriiten poem and post! Good luck with school, you ARE going to KILL it!!

  • Setarra, good luck with these last few weeks! You are going to OWN them :)