Sunlight abundant,
coaxing freckles and
making cheeks rouge.
Sirens in the distance,
but not for me.
Notebook in hand, I wonder aloud
if I should care.
There's so much to prove still
when there's nothing set in stone.
The freedom of the evening to myself
entices.
I'm forced to suspend my efforts,
throw in the towel
of this job that isn't quite mine just yet,
if only for today.
As I exit this building,
eight hours behind me, I know
this is where I belong.
Author notes
When do you stop trying to prove yourself when you've got your dream dangling in front of you, no guarantee in sight?
...What do you think?
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Is this about an internship? Because I know the feeling...it's awesome to get a glimpse into your career and future. And I especially loved how you ended your poem with, "I know this is where I belong."
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Yes! This is actually about an internship. It's a requirement - my last one, actually - to graduate with a bachelor's in journalism at my college. But it's turned into something much more than that to me - I cannot at this point in time imagine NOT writing for this paper!
Thank you for the comment! =)
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