By Erin Newton
I’m somewhere near the end
And it’s making some semblance of sense
It’s just that I can’t seem to come to terms with it
Soon I’ll have a paper to prove the struggle
And all this would just be stamped, done
And I’ll use it as a passport to the future
I’ll say I earned it.
But that’d be about it.
I won’t really use this
When I said I couldn’t take it anymore
It didn’t disappear
And now I’m at the end wondering how I ended up here
Wondering what could have kept me motivated for four years?
After I swore off this path, two years ago
I told my friend she’d never see me at this show
And I made my way back to this theatre
With my medal, and ragged clothes, and shaky exterior
I was lost and never found
And swore off this
But yet, I’d come to complete it
A year ago, lost wasn’t the word to describe
The things and places and mountains I’d climbed
And found isn’t really much to describe it now
But it’s an interesting feat, some challenge
Some knighthood, I’ve been bestowed