time has caught me in its hands
and the fingers are closing in;
soon I will be crushed into a singularity
the entirety of my academic career—
papers, faces, grades and tears—
pressed onto a sheet of paper
and left to manage its own gravity.
how did this happen?
things moved so quickly—
mired a month ago
and yet I am here,
on solid ground.
one year ago
I would not be as I am
I would not believe this happiness
nor the fact that I deserve it.
amid all this stress
a moment of clarity—
there is no smoke without a fire
and I am still burning.
suddenly, the work doesn’t seem so bad.
I just want to express my gratitude
for the plethora of people who saw me through.
there are no words for my thanks.
thirty days left to reside here.
how can they possibly scrub the memories from these walls?
some will inevitably follow me home, but the shadows remain.
and again we tip forwards
the next block of time
conveniently set aside
to once again
prove my worth.