So close to home,
So far
from there.
Scared and harmlessly,
We
start to care.
Alone but together,
Divided we stand.
Our last weekend here,
Before
we are Bridge Student grads.
Day 1 I found anxiety weighing me down.
Filling my pockets,
Dropping my pride to the ground.
Different colors and questions,
Different
hopes and beliefs.
But we gather together,
In this
room where we meet.
Growing and changing,
Discomfort
embraced,
Folding and compartmentalizing,
As our
futures fall into place.
Three weeks have gone by now,
And only the strongest survive.
Survival of the fittest,
Proving
wrong everyone who said no,
We push forward and defy.
Say goodbye to the past,
Tomorrow
is new,
Drive pulls us forward,
Leaving
behind only a few.
Work harder than ever,
Be detailed
and concise.
Failure is not an option,
This is
the newest chapter of my life.
I woke up this morning,
And I
thought to myself,
Today will be different,
Here we
have found our own wealth.
The downside of sailing on the water
in which we sail in in friend-ships
Is that the stowaways are common,
Attracting
fake passengers trying to benefit.
Feeding off your success,
Absorbing
your aura.
I feel incased by a fear,
That’s
identical to my motive.
So the weekend will come,
Then Monday
will follow,
Next week is our last here,
And we
should all truly be proud of;
The people we’ve met and the work we have done,
The information
absorbed
And our days become quite less hollow.
Thank you, fellow class mates and teachers,
For everything
and more that you’ve done.
You gave us the chance no one else did,
Finally
feeling like my future’s begun.
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