O Captain My Captain Scholarship
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When I was down
You were always around
A strong hand on my shoulder
Your presence was never unaccounted for
Allowing my tears to cascade down my cheeks
O Librarian, My Librarian
When an insecure young child I had been,
my imagination you did expand
Because the kindness of your heart gifted me a haven
as your soothing voice took me to different lands
My mentor is the weighty, wheezing breath at the top of a steep hill
on days when I already know I’m late for first period.
It's the carbon dioxide my lungs won’t let out
in a sharpie-smeared bathroom stall
One Mistake…
It was one little mistake.
Amidst years of training and finally getting to a college level,
I had to sit out.
I had to wait.
When I was a kid,
I loved to write.
I wrote the stars into the sky,
the smile on my mother’s face.
I wrote the words that my soul whispered
You who made this beautiful world
Colors vibrant and colors bold.
Are you anything like the stories they told
In the days of old?
In the days far past,
Below seas of glass
Or above the sky so blue?
