C'est La Vie

This poem was sent to us by Michaela M., a ninth grader stationed in Hawaii. Do you have a story to share with your fellow military teens? Visit our writing page to find out how you can submit to Bloom!

I walk out the door

For the first time

Wonder if I’ll miss it

The comforting silence

The newly dusty floors

Things I’ve grown used to

And the boxes are

Empty inside, like me

Home is where the heart is, but my heart is

Changing, always something new

That’s life

That’s life

Changing, always something new

Home is where the heart is, but my heart is

Empty inside, like me

And the boxes are

Things I’ve grown used to

The newly dusty floors

The comforting silence

Wonder if I’ll miss it

For the first time

I walk out the door