By Ericka Spence
May 20th, 2018 - Greenville New York
Arts and Culture
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The Thought of It
The thought of it makes me
fill up with confidence.
as if I were a sparrow
flying wherever I please
soaring through the door
of my childhood,
landing in lofty trees.
At fifteen,
a freshman in high school,
I dreamt of graduation
holding the keys to my car,
parking in the student parking lot.
When I rode the bus in the afternoon
after a long day of school,
I would close my eyes and imagine the future,
thinking of foreign destinations
letting my hair go wild,
itching to fly
feeling the breeze of the world beneath me,
leaving the nest my mother built for me,
or walking through the door of my childhood
into the universe.
Today the world is mine.
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