New Semester
I woke up early this morning,
Barely slpet last night.
Put my make up on, ate my oatmeal,
Checked my backpack twice.
A million excuses, even more insecurities,
Thought about peers that graduated before me.
Imagined who I could have been
If only I had stayed in school.
A hearty sigh,
Reminding myself of my strength.
"I am who I am," I say
As I scrape snowflakes off my car.
"Older and wiser,"
I strut onto campus
Tightening my smile
And the straps of my backpack.
This poem is about:
Me