Tag: MFA writer

(Grad school). I remain imperfect. But the grueling behind clear eyes

feels like a portal to joy.

I began with my vision

blurred.

But, the further

I dive into the forest,

the more the canopy

opens

up.

Crosshatched sunlight

On my olive skin.

To look down

at my hands

is to look through a kaleidoscope

of journey.

Debt.

Sure.

Uncertain horizon.

Yeah.

Immeasurable oasis?

Also true.

If the virus created

long shadows,

fine.

@ least I could shine

the flashlight

for miles

before me.

(Grad School).

(This is from a writing prompt featured in “300 Writing Prompts.”)