Lost in thoughts

Assume, for a moment, That yesterday wasn’t quite as it seemed. You found yourself in a state of reflection, where you glimpsed the light, Only to awaken from what felt like a troubling dream. The sky appeared less vibrant, taking on a gray hue. The individual in the White House was absent, unseen, Leaving the populace with little more than their hopes. You may recall having read somewhere A poet often comes to terms with their own emotions. Perhaps that’s why some verses find resolution in an Amen. I fondly remember sitting in my small chair during preschool, Anxiously awaiting my name to be called, Hoping to hear it pronounced correctly. Yet, my teacher sometimes faltered—Waverly, Wabney. Imagine, for a moment, if I had stood up And confidently declared it, without hesitation. I often felt a heavy heart when my best friend’s name was called, And she wasn’t there; I tended to presume the worst. I often found myself in an emotional state, attuned to the feelings of others. From a young age, I expressed myself in vivid colors. I held tightly to my crayon box and silly putty, Creating representations of my emotions. As adults, we sometimes hold onto grudges and bitterness, And I recognize that I am not immune to this; one wonders when it will truly end.