Limbo

it seems i have somehow lost my flair for poetry in the midst of college

the words bubble up and then fly away before i can write them down

i really do wish they would come back

after all, i’m having to hold in everything

my fears of getting older

that one boy whom i wish stayed longer

my true friend is moving away

and yet

every poem i write feels fake

forced out through gritted teeth

and my art is strained because art class is just about all i can do

sometimes i feel as if I have forgotten how to draw

and i realize in the middle of the night

that almost being twenty means i have to say goodbye

to both girlhood

but also this platform

i have been writing poetry since 2017

so maybe it does make sense that i feel tired of it all

but i hope i can come back

write poetry as i did, even just last summer

about my homestay brother

fears of this very college i am now in

maybe it will be ok?