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Camp-Shaped Hole in my Heart
I opened my e-mail
Expecting to see,
A request for me
To work this summer.
After I read the first few words
I knew where it was going.
I kept reading, nonetheless,
Knowing my fate.
When I saw the word
“Unfortunately“
I broke down
Crying.
Home.
I don't get to go home.
This summer
Isn’t what I thought it would be.
I sob.
My hopes are crushed.
I scream.
My heart is broken.
There is a camp-shaped hole in my heart
That can only be filled by
The illuminated chapel
The Nikon camera
The St. Noel Basement
The heavy backpack
The late-night singing
The staying out after curfew
The laughter
The smiles
The tall trees
The Grotto
The chants
The songs
The campfires
The friends
The bows
The arrows
The food
The hikes
The Tuesday night game
The special units
The mini-camp
The traditional camp
The long-awaited marathon
The arrowheads
The crafts
The canoes
The campers
The staff
The old dining hall
The late-night walks
The wake-up
The 5:45 duties
The nicknames
The weekends
The friendship
The bonds
The role models
The orientation
The overnights
The Thursday nights
The tight bonds
The goodbyes
..My heart hurts
And yearns for these things
This hole will always
be in my heart
I can try to fill it
With the outdoors, friends, and laughter
But nothing will come close.
Nothing will be the same.
It’s not just a camp
It’s my home
Other people may call
A person or house their home
But mine is tucked back in the woods
At a certain camp that I love
This summer won’t be the same,
But I’ll try to have fun
But I hope I can move on from this
Camp shaped hole in my heart
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I applied to work at camp this summer, but I didn't receive the job. I decided to write a poem about it. I will still have a great summer, but I just needed to write something to express how I'm feeling