big goals
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You set a goal that is to be
But to others is not to be seen
No self harm today, good
No cursing this week,good
Don't entertain him again, good
I took a poetry class
for the first time
when I was 21
in my last year of college.
And it felt
like the first time I swam
when I was seven
on the last day of swim class.
A dream
A hallway, my heels softly clicking as I walk
The polished table
A clipboard
Perched precariously on the edge
I am a river
working hard
always moving
changing everything around me,
while accepting change, myself.
Sometimes I am calm
sometimes I am restless.
No matter,
for I am a river.