Potential

Definitely gonna miss my poetry writing class. I'm finding out things about myself I never even knew, opening up to strangers and letting them read my work. I am a good writer, I really am. I have potential. I'm finally beginning to realize that, and I never could have without taking this one class.

The New "Same"

Been busy, have only been posting poetry I write for class. Things have been the same, or the new same I suppose. Been living in a dream it seems, unaffected by much and invested in nothing, but I'm okay with that. Don't really know how to react to the world or my life, I pass it by and forget, move on. But, I'm okay with that too. Is it okay to be okay with being blank, not sad, just blank- is this what it feels like to live normally? Can't really tell, and I'm soon forgetting how I used to be. And maybe that's for the best.

I Know Why You Stopped By Woods on a Snowy Evening (A Poem in Response)

I am these woods but you don’t know.
On your horse, I watch you go
Into infinite night, only silence and I
Will know your wishes for the snow

I watch your face, creased in fear
The struggles of the past year
Have caught up to you, I see
And they lean and loom and leer

Give yourself a mighty shake
This is surely a costly mistake
Move forward with your worried steed
Don’t fall asleep among snowy flakes

I may be lovely, dark and deep
But you have promises to keep,
And miles to go before you sleep,
And miles to go before you sleep.