by Ivan Saldarriaga
I breathe in,
They teach us to work hard and stay honest,
But all I do is burn for more.
I compete to show what I learn,
But the lessons are isolated,
Far from the triumphs.
I horde within me old, weightless trophies,
All of them adornments that clutter and show…
Nothing.
I throw out the few words I remember being taught,
To deaf, apathetic audiences,
All the while I blunder, cringe, retract.
I stumble and fall and cry and yell,
But no one tells me the purpose of this all, so I just…
Breathe out and circle "C".
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