4 year long marathon (5-17-22)
by the skin of my teeth i made it here
bruised ribs and aching knees
the finish line doesn't call but screams out my name,
a diploma as the banner
my feet will trace across the stage
like a runner finishing a marathon,
bent over and gasping for stable breath
and when i descend the stairs on the other side
i will then know that i have made it
despite my heart rate still elevated
and my running shoes still on.
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high school hangover
Poetrythe existential crisis that follows as soon as you throw that cap in the air.
