I know that I can change
I know that I am changing for the better, even I just worry about the price I will pay if I don’t change enough. kinda realized that I say "resilience and adaptability" a lot, but tend to focus more on the resilience than the adaptability bit - Atlas
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my GPA is nothing more than a single metric of where I am in my journey
of learning how to learn, and to fail, and to try again but when my future is in the hands of strangers it will be the first and only thing they see. there is another, better poem that I would like to write buried somewhere in here, but tonight is not the night I think - Atlas we may stand
on the shoulders of giants but we still stand. it is not the mountain who can take the credit for holding up the sky but Atlas, the one who sweats and strains to see the work done. and then we pass on the mantle. not sure if this is comprehensible but It Is, so there's that - Atlas a piece of the future
I didn't even know I was relying on has fallen away. I want to use this to become wiser, but I am also just sad. and trying to balance acceptance and action - Atlas I think about trees in winter
and what they’re good for. am I really only here as kindling or is the life that lies dormant in my veins worth waiting for? on usefulness as a value - Atlas progress is
many things but smooth and measured are not among them. hrmmm - Atlas sometimes, you just have to let the ants crawl
on the violin case. and the ladybug larvae, and the small spiders (though I admit sometimes I still pick up a leaf and fling them into the void.) sometimes you have to practice the hard parts when someone is walking by. sometimes you have to let that hard feeling in your chest stay there for a while. doing my best - Atlas and I cannot make the world soft for you
but I can gentle my hands I can be a smiling face amidst a sea of strangers I can lay a foundation for something that might one day become a bright future. ho hum - Atlas I don't ever want
to run out of time. but maybe that was my mistake, maybe time was never mine to begin with. - - - - - Persephone, goddess of her mother's sadness and her husband's kingdom-- I hope she finds or perhaps has found a domain all her own. two vaguely incoherent poems but They Exist Now (so there's that!) - Atlas |
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