Broken, battered
And thrown away
As old lovers
Rubbish,
I came licking
My wounds
To hallowed halls
To take me in
Counsel my
Heart back
To the light
That life was
Still good.
I found myself here.
I found that
I knew more than
I had imagined
And
That what makes
A good student
Is their own
Sense of curiosity
And a hunger
To know,
To question.
In safe spaces
For people like
Me,
I found new
Friends,
Where my old
World fell away,
Like dead skin,
And dirty clothes.
The campus
Became my new
Womb.
I found poetry here.
For the first time
I found a way
To express myself
That was socially
Acceptable
And I thrived
Like a never watered
Seed meant for the
Rose garden
Finally given
Soil, sun,
And moisture
In abundant
Supply,
Not just
Ample or
Adequate.
I am the ideal
Student,
Not because
I have a 4.0
Because I don't
Have that…
I get decent grades
I participate,
I seek to better
More than just my own
Life,
But those around me,
Because I am excited
For the discoveries
I am making,
And love to share
It so that others
Can taste
This place
Of Knowledge
And opportunity
With all the bravado
I feel in every delicious
Bite of my days
Here.
I found love here.
I fell back in love,
With myself.
Forgave myself.
Forgave those
Who had tossed me
Aside,
For it was a gift
That lead me here.
So now,
The final semester
Upon me,
It is bittersweet.
I am strong enough,
Expressive beyond
Imagining when
I first arrived.
No longer homeless,
Surrounded by love,
Encouragement…
I'm not being
Tossed out
Or aside…
It's my turn
To let go,
And find out
What the Divine's
Plan is
For the next
Grand Adventure.