A Year Past

I. January to June - In Sickness and Health

She.
She was my bravery,
a touch to my soul
consoling the ache
of being rejected
without the truth ever
being told.

Her laugh was bright,
nail polish brighter.
The tears rolling down
her face were pretty bright too.
They had a way of sticking around
the same way her lipstick stuck
to the porcelin of a toliet bowl.

Her speaking to everyone but me
starved our alive love until nothing
but a whisper was left.
By then I was already gone.

II. June - Launching Forward

Sticky gold sunlight lazed through
the window, draping itself over
sweaty metal chairs lined up
row after row.

It blazed more brightly on the 
red and white gowns as a much
pleaded for breeze ruffled tassles.
Adolecents with the taste of gold
on their tongues stood lined up,
row after row.

Crisp paper diplomas were
carefully handed down,
their numbers decreasing with
every somber name called.
We all stood and cheered at the last one -

Row after glorious row.

III. September - Living Alone

Flowers stayed in full bloom
just as I was beginning to.
The buildings around me
loom large as my fear and 
excitement grows to match them.

My world has now expanded to this
three block campus, where I can still
taste that metallic gold in all its brightest promise.
I am alone and thriving for the first time,
reveling in the chance to grow so much more.
My future is closer than ever.

IV. September to December - Independance

Life is now handed my more
control over myself than ever.

Food.
Clothes.
Class.
Sleep. 
People.

I get to decide. To use my voice, 
my brain, my body, all my own now.
And when I fell down?
I bled all on my own too.
But I also stood up all on my own.

He bumped into me with a smile that was
more honest than anyone I had met.
He danced more crazily than I did.
His voice resonated in my skull days
after we had spoken.

V.

Now.
I can be alone, but I do not have to be.
Friendly laughter peals bright as the past
year dwindles down to minutes, then seconds.
My New Year is sealed with a press of warm lips,
and founded on a beginning of love.

This poem is about: 
Me
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