An office hours appointment two day in a row
I may have not started the work yet
But at least I know what direction to go,
It has helped me ease some fear for my future
Though most of it still runs rampant within me,
I keep being reminded that this time next year
I will be preparing to go off to college
And what if I’m not ready?
What if I buckle under the pressure?
My family will never look at me the same,
I am the first one in so long to want to go to college
At this point, I don't know what else I could do
I have not prepared for a failing future,
At least not this kind
And my dark secret is
I truly never thought I’d live to 18
I always had a plan for my future
I have a job I want to do
But I never believed I would come this close
I’m approaching the last mile in my 12-mile run
Mile 11 has had its faults
But mile 12 is where the big shit goes down
I am not quite there but I’m so close
And I when I started these last for miles
I assumed I would have called it quits in mile 9
At this time next year,
I will be preparing for the ocean
Expected to swim through it with relative ease
It will take me a minimum of 4 years to get past
Something I have never done
Something I’m not sure I’ve really prepared for,
Something I fear
But I suppose it’s best not to dwell on my future,
Best to worry about my grades
Maybe that way I can make it through this and that.
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Tuesday, May 12th (58th day of quarantine because of COVID-19)
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Daily Quarantine Poetry
PoetryI have decided to write a poem a day describing how I am feeling, what I did that day, and/or my main thoughts revolving the day for the duration of my quarantine. This will go through a world win of emotions and there will probably just be straight...
