So, all first semesters seem to go like this: you have completely new sets of goals. You want this year to be bigger and better...maybe badder...but in the best of the baddest ways *winks face at bartender*.
I am ultra bad at transitions and change— I hate leaving behind what I love, even when (crazy part of all this is) I love what I am heading to.
In order to get the school year off at the right start, I set up some fabulous goals into rhymes. These rhymes have kind of turned into a poem. I realize now that what I want for myself this next semester is to see the power and beauty in the independence I have gained and milk it for everything I can!
Here we go:
If I laugh, I want to rupture mountains
If I sing, I want the words to make you think
If I cry, I want to pour from golden fountains
Even the Gods will ask for a drink
No, I won't do anything half-hearted
And I'll give myself to myself
I always finish what I started,
Dust the trophies on my shelf
Yes, I cherish every blessing
I embrace each and every curse
Without the darkness always pressing
I won't know of light's bright thirst
So if I rain, oh expect me to pour
If I dance, then I want to swing
If I fly, then I'm going to soar
And I don't need the Gods to make my wings
That, I do all myself