In searching for a poem to share this week I came across this old friend. In my teen years, like many teens, I spent weeks upon weeks (okay probably months upon months) wavering between manic highs when everything in my world was wonderful (he likes me, he really likes me) and horrible, depressing lows when I couldn’t understand the point of getting out of bed in the morning (he dumped me, I can’t believe he really dumped me.) During those emotional roller coaster rides, this poem spoke to me loudly. I often had it copied on the inside cover of my notebook. Was I a melodramatic teen? You bet!

Some say the world will end in fire;
Some say in ice.
From what I’ve tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To know that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.

Robert Frost