I try to predict
after some instances
of ESP and "maybe"s,
even a vision of who I thought might be
my future baby;
a spitting image, to an extent,
of two people I know so well,
but now it seems like I'm not focused on those I resent
and pondering all Hell.
For a moment, I'm convinced,
but second-guess after awhile.
I don't go with my gut-sense too quickly,
but rather risk struggling to breathe
while thinking deeply about my biggest smile.
YOU ARE READING
indoors.
PoetryWhat's a college junior to do when her young adulthood has been robbed of a rainbow of events, support, more than one tight bond, and life lessons? The birth of this collection of poetry.
