Today was the first of many lasts;
Change will have the last laugh.
Juice kegs will soon drain to completion;
Frat houses will be empty, without reason.
The day fades into the night faster than you know;
Hold onto your youth before it goes.
Wordsworth taught me how much my words can be worth;
Wilde showed me it's okay to love who I love.
Reading between the lines and around the prose;
I can feel rhyme and reason, the decorations of their ghosts.
Relics of something forever in flux;
A cap and gown donned, an I forms from us.
I'll be alright wherever the wind blows next;
I've done this once, I can do it again, I am the graduate.
I don't know what's next but I hope it's good;
Will I fall in love or find my way back to you?
I can still see your eyes in a reflective body;
And I can still your body in my eyes.
Where are you now?
How are you feeling?
Would they make me say 'wow';
All of your achievements?
Plath warned me about the dangers of love;
London taught me what is enough.
And in their syntax and solicits;
I grew like a child, a product of heroics.
Taller than the Empire State;
It's the details in my changing face.
I'll be right wherever the wind blows next;
I've done this once, I can do it again, I am the graduate.
And in the next five years, I could fail or succeed;
You might see my name in lights or me on my knees.
Just know that I'll be okay with each outcome;
I'm not afraid of failing if it means I can be someone.
And, in being that someone, I hope to find;
Whatever it is that ticks this heart of mine.
And, with that, I hope to see;
A renewal, a release, a change in me.
I'll stand with my two feet firmly planted on the land;
And, take it all in, the good with the bad.
YOU ARE READING
LOYAL
Poesía'Loyal' is a collection of poems that explore a wide range of emotions. Written in the midst of a deep and hollow spell of isolation and quarantine, I needed to create something; anything that would be a bright light for me. So, I started writing th...
