There was a drive to make a change when it first started.
Everything was a fresh opportunity amongst younger, fresher counterparts.
A bundle of energy pushed through the first months.
A mixing pot of culture, ages, experiences and new subjects created an adventure..
Skipping foward two years..
Barely able to function when behind closed doors.
Broken promises of trying to stay calm and just keep marching on.
Exhausted to the point that this feels like the depression experienced before.
Student life as a mature student is a race that I couldn't keep up with.
I'm craving a goal that is secure and not the lurgy depths of an unknown future.
Academia feels like a cult I'm not equipped to keep up with.
One day I'm going to stop trying and decide this is too much, I'm too tired.
One day followed by one day 'you can do this' pray said religiously each day.
I respect our children, they are so much more than we are in the past generations.
i've burnt out and hope someone will catch me when my ashes burn too.
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A Reflection of Poems Or Retrospective?
PoesíaA ramble and collection of my thoughts. Most Light hearted, some are a reflection of different shades I have known. Some are my heart strings talking so please care for yourself if they are based in sorrow.
