Sometimes my thoughts are so loud
Consuming who I am when Im In a crowd
And everywhere else as Im alone
I dont know who I am, Who ive become
Anxious, avoidant, and suppressing down to my core,
Thought by thought, Not many even understand.
Why do I get consumed by it?
Those of you, whose thoughts are too loud and anxiety too controlling,
Who cant escape it, take it from me
My mind was once as quiet as yours.
But after all, naturally, they are me.
Who am I after all but a woman with thoughts.
Review
I decided to do Julia Alvarez. Sometimes, the Words are so Close because They spoke to me. As I read her drafts, I saw that she was trying to find her voice and struggling with confidence. I found that it is relatable to many students today. Julia Alvarez’s poem also sheds light on imposter syndrome; struggling to find her place in the world of writing. In the world today, I know that there are great ordeals in many students’ lives, especially the lives of college students. Many students at times feel, feeling the weight of expectations upon us, whether its in classes or in regular life. We start to ask If we belong here. The sonnet that I wrote highlights the difficulties of it all. Sometimes as young adults, its hard to find your place in this world. Maybe its as simple as being a particular major and feeling like you are not cut out for it due to not achieving the same academic standpoint as some or just having difficulties in areas. Alvarez struggles with finding her voice. We struggle with feeling inadequate. Our pens tremble over empty pages. We feel lost when we don’t understand some areas in our classes. As much as we study. when sometimes it wasn’t enough. It leaves many feeling, “Why did I even choose this major”?, “Do I have what it takes? “?. Our thoughts are stained with anxiety, like ink. The classroom is a battlefield, a place where we compete to be accepted, and to prove ourselves. It’s almost as if there’s nowhere to hide, nowhere to hide from the thoughts filled with the idea that we arent good enough. College students today try to suppress these feelings, myself included. Avoiding the feeling of being an Imposter in Life, Academics, and other factors. My poem, being an experimental sonnet imitation, helps mirror a joint experience of these feelings, the feeling of never measuring up. Many college students find themselves My words, not being an actual sonnet, imperfect, breaking the rules of specific guidelines, because sometimes there are no perfect rhymes for our struggles. Sometimes, we must break free from the standard way of doing things to be finally free. Yet perhaps, in our shared vulnerability, We find a place of comfort, A truth unspoken but felt: We belong, even when we doubt. Even when we don’t seem to feel it. We are our thoughts, and they are us.
Victoria Sasere