Dylan Silcox
With thought, it’s hard to remember
The times that we want.
Back when things were right
And the only wrongs
Were the ones that
We made ourselves.
It’s taken some time
To regain what it’s like
To hold onto what we love,
To feel the hold of what we know.
The faded memory of all of the lost
Remembrances,
Souvenirs of moments that brought us joy
All behind.
What can be ahead
If these seconds have already come
And
Gone
So far away.
Spending each moment
Pretending it was the last
Never thinking of the ravines
That have yet to pass.
But what could be a front
Is it our place to
Figure out
How
The story will end
Or do we wait
And let it finish –
Reflection
Hamlet is someone who is very open with their emotions, specifically when speaking with the audience. Poetry is one of my favorite ways to express my emotions with others. I feel that the taboo around men showing emotion is one of the worst things that we can do to people. Mental health is such an important thing that’s not heavily discussed, especially when discussing it in the context of the time period that this play was written. Having Hamlet outwardly express his feelings was such an unusual occurrence, and his want to talk about it inspired me to write my own poem about my mental health. While I did exaggerate things for the sake of the poem, It’s still important to discuss all of these things no matter what the context is.