you know that feeling,
when you just smile to yourself?
because you are grateful.
because you recognize the good happening in your life.
you see the puzzle pieces slowly coming together.
you begin to understand why it never worked with those losers.
Category: Poetry
like a river.
slow & steady,
like a river.
and then like a waterfall.
all at once,
he said.
do you understand?
yes, I do.
grad school.
first day.
new peers.
new profs.
same grind.
let’s do this.
you’ve worked hard.
your future ahead.
it starts now.
make yourself proud.
***I do not own the cover image.***
f a l l i n g.
Face can’t help but smile.
Another goodnight message.
Listening to that voice.
Learning about what makes him him.
Inspired by his passion and zest.
Nervous for what’s to come.
Gravitating closer each day.
butterflies.
that familiar feeling.
wow it’s been awhile.
torn between not revealing too much
and wanting to say it all.
caught up in soft smiles
and questions about the past.
caught up in all the firsts
and the initial feelings.
hello september.
a short poem to kick off the new month…
welcome &
hello to
month nine
day one
newness among us
much to discuss
planning this and that
acting like everything is
prim, proper, & dandy
