Poem from cheesy to inspiring

This week for one of my classes we had to write a poem in the manner of Walt Whitman's "There was a Child went forth." We had to use some of the same lines and then follow as he did with stanza's about nature, people, parents, family, society, community, and a profound thought and question that has shaped who we are. For me that's tough because I'm not exactly, not even relatively close to knowing who I am. When beginning this poem, I was worried about it upsetting me because our assignment for parents or family was to write about what ever situation we had and make it work for us. My family situation newly occurring, I began to panic (as usual). However, I knew one part I was sure about writing, the people part, my wolf pack, my NSLC family. I was planning to write about the great people and the time there but instead I felt as though I wrote about the epiphany I kept seeming to have:


The summer 15 years after her first, panic of the unknown, comforted by words from the wolf pack and the bringing together singing and shows and a life unexplored
A new family to believe in you when even the deepest of your soul could not
A stage awaiting her footprints, but would they ever get there? Would the longing create a chain reaction with nothing, not even her able to stop it?
A taught lesson that seemed she could never forget, an unbroken promise, a dream unfulfilled, a room with bare walls, Grand Central empty, but slipping away, with only her desperation to hold on to it, for if lost, life would not go on, buried by worry and fear
Sights fogged and the inner most piece, what made her her, possibly lost, too far away to regain?