Buzz Aldrin Middle School Student Pens Poem ‘Could All This?’

Maya Gutierrez, 14, will be moving up from 8th grade at Buzz Aldrin Middle School to atteend Montclair High School this coming fall. But she’s already wise beyond her years.

Maya wrote the poem below for a school assignment expressing her current feelings and outlook during this difficult and turbulent time, according to her dad Raul Gutierrez.

“I was struck by some of the feelings she expressed and it instigated a deeper conversation that we both found very beneficial. I suspect that many kids of her age, as well as those younger and older, may share some of the same feelings, so I thought it would be helpful to share more broadly so that it can prompt similar conversations,” he writes.

Thanks to Maya and her dad for sharing.

Could All This?
By: Maya Gutierrez

Graduation, the time to celebrate

The time to get your head straight

The time to think about your long-term future and goals

The time to feel at ease, proud and whole

The time to say goodbye to your fellow peers

The time to overcome your greatest fears

The time to make new memories with your class

But never forget the good times passed

The time to spend your last moments with your friends

Now how would you feel if that all came to an end?

What if your worst fears became your reality?

What if screens became your new normality?

What if your refuge became like your new cage?

Barely allowing you to contain all your rage

What if your biggest surprise was never getting to say goodbye?

Now only making you want to cry

What if all your hard work seemed to become meaningless?

To mirror a school that’s now become spiritless

What if all your thoughts turned to dust

And now your hopes aren’t enough?

What if the tears now only a stream

Became like a flood trying to wash away all your hopes and dreams

What if the disappointment rushing through your veins

Hardly allowed you to contain all your pain?

What if all the hurt that you dread

Held on like a thread?

What if your dreams suddenly turned to ash?

Now how would you feel if that all vanished in a flash?

We can’t make up the precious time past

Or the memories that would be forged to last

Looking back now on March 12 seeing my classmates faces I only feel anger and regret

For what’s to come

For what we have to face

For what we have seen and cannot hide from

For what we’ve lost

For what we took for granted

For what we didn’t know at the time

For what we didn’t know would turn into an eternity

For the suffering this has caused us

For the effect it has had on us

Now how would you feel if you lost all trust?

But could all this lonely isolation

Lead us to a new salvation?

Could all this fear bottled up in our hearts

Lead us to see that we are really not that far apart?

Could all this anxiety and frustration

Lead us to have more appreciation?

Could all this devastation lingering within

Lead us to see it’s our time to win?

Could all these tears that have been wept

Lead us to rise up from the depths?

Could all this anger and regret

Lead us to realize our greatest strengths yet?

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