Poetry/ Art

Beacon

As I walk through the halls of nostalgia revisited, the woes of Community College sink in.  I am suddenly reminded of my fear of failing and instantly regret my decision to enroll.  Having navigated my first encounters successfully however, collectively still regretful, my fleeting epiphany of a silver lining emerges as a beacon of hope albeit from an unlikely comfort.  “Mom,” I turn, “Oh,” says the eighteen year old before me, “I thought you were my Mom, sorry.” The hope is with age comes wisdom, failure is nie!

a Poem by Sue E. Wilson

 

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