Sit closer. Year four.

Knock, Knock… on MY door?
It’s opportunity.
Share my struggles.
Join this community?
Find more friends.
Feel this unity.

So I improv this time.
Ride the waves and begin my climb
To progress.
I express my stress to coalesce.
I caress the depressed while addressing this mess
…that is my future.

Application.
Rejection.
Application.
Rejection.
Application.
Rejection.
Acclimation.
Correction.
Vindication.
Perfection.

Four years later…
This is my heart. This is my mind.
Is this gown red through fatal flaw or by design?
I have carved my own path. I have stumbled on that straight line.
The plot that I have picked can no longer be aligned…
With who I was four years ago. It’s who I am today…
I move past the all the shit and refuse to run away.
I will stand up for myself. So I can affirm to other’s dismay…
I will be successful.
I will be okay.