I always thought that coming back here
would make me feel small…
would remind me of mean girls and
judgmental boys, of square pegs
and round holes.

I was certain that these halls
would echo loudly
with the sound of those dreams
I’m still dreaming
and that mountain of potential
I’m still trying to climb.

April is National Poetry Month so I’ve pledged to write 30 poems this month. Theoretically, that’s one per day but as long as I finish the month with thirty, I’ll consider that a win. Read more about National Poetry Month at the WordPress Blog.