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The Hidden Part of Yourself

I must be myself

When you find out your power, it can be an overwhelming and exciting process. When you realize you have power over people for the first time, you feel strong and unbeatable. When Telemachus found he had power over the people for the first time, he immediately assumed his position and took charge. Telemachus was raised by women, and therefore never took the position of a ruler like his father. When athena comes and tells him what he needs to do, Telemachus takes charge and does what he has to. For the first time in his life, Telemachus feels he is powerful and he is like his own father. He finally acts like a man. He never has had a strong father figure in his life, so doing this was a big step into becoming a man. When he claims his power, many others rise up. When you take charge, you must know that some people will rebel, as the people did with Telemachus. However, Telemachus remained strong and kept his focus on getting the suitors out of his house and finding his father. Becuase of this new power he has over the people, he finally confidentally tells the suitors to leave his mother alone. They get upset, but Telemachus does not give in. Finding your power can also be a scary thing. Standing in front of many people telling them to listen to you is not easy. Telemachus did it anyway for his father. Finding your power is a scary, yet thrilling thing. All that matters when you get that power, is how you use it: to better or worsen your community.

I wake up hearing the scream of my baby brother, Luka. 2 Years old, he walks with caution and his little legs wobble with every step. His hair sticks straight up off of his head as if he got electricuted. Saliva poors out of his mouth onto everything in the house. The only word he says is “goo goo ga ga”. His big blue eyes grab my parents hearts, tearing them away from my needs. He is annoying, ugly, and unworthy of any time or effort. But most of all, he takes everything I love: my books, my clothes, my dog, and my parents. Although hate is a very strong word, my feelings toward my baby brother are very close to hatred. I run to shut him up. Of course, my parents are already in there tending to his every need. I exit the room in a pout. I listen to my parents talk. “He has been crying for days, honey, I think we need to take him in to the doctor.” Sure enough, the very next morning they rush him into the doctor. I wait at home for five hours wondering what could be going on. My parents call and tell me I should go over to Sandra’s. Although I hate Sandra, I go to her house becuase I knew something is not right. After two days, I start to worry. Then, Monday afternoon, my parents finally come in. They look exhausted and their eyes are swelled up like two red apples. My mom is crying and leaning on my dad. Where is Luka? My parents come in to deliver the bad news. They calmly tell me my brother had passed away from Pneumonia. My first response was a relief. Finally, I didn’t have to wake up every night to the sound of that annoying rat. It took me a few days, but it finally sunk in. I just cried for days and days, not wanting to leave my room. Who could I play with? Who could I talk to? I miss little Luka, and regret every day how I treated him. You never quite love and appreciate someone like Luka. That is, unitil they are gone forever.

The first day I opened my eyes
The first day I fret
The first day I kissed your cheek
The first day we met

The first day I said a word
The first day I took a fall
The first day I touched your face
The first day I wanted it all

The first day I slept through the night
The first day I swam in the pool
The first day I broke a bone
The first day I went to school

The first day I ate candy
The first day I had to sleep
The first day I had a surgery
The first day I didn’t make a peep

The first day I watched the news
The first day I learned people kill
The first day I learned troubles of the world
The first day I made a shrill

The first day I was scared
The first day I felt small
The first day I felt confident
The first day I was growing tall

The first day I laughed
The first day I learned to love
The first day I resisted hate
The first day I looked for guidance from above

These days pass you by
Without letting you get a second look
And when you want to return
Time has shut the book.