Waiting for salted cerulean days
as I ponder the next warm sunset,
this seems like the norm
on my own as I scorch
even in the coldest stay
that doesn't seem to end.
I look at the sky
with curiosity and love,
creativity of how to shape what I dub
the sparkle in my eye.
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.
