Autumn recollection.

Potentiality and restless dreams
Stir the growing discomfort
I feel as the responsibility
Escalates.

Hell-week and dead-week,
And all the acronyms for the
Last straw of this screeching
Semester
Boil over in my mind,

And I am
Very
Tired.

Do you remember the beginning,
When everything was new
And our friends were faces
Of strangers?

Do you remember when you
Were my closest companion
And confident friend before
We broke that bridge?

Now the strangers are friends
And the friend is a stranger
And I wonder at how this semester
Has turned.

Wondering for the future
And stressing for the present
Presents a conglomeration of
Exhaustion.

Here, in the ordinary terror
Of this academic week,
I need You more than ever
To show me that despite the fact
That I am weak,
You will pull me through this storm,
And gift me with sweet memories,
And better days to come.

12.5.18