Look at Me!

The apple holds itself together, 

with a core stuffed with seeds, 

each one full of possibility 

that cry out in whispered hope, 

Look at me, I could be a tree!

That first class I had nothing

bits of old furniture, a few boxes,

barely enough to feed myself, and I too

whispered out all my dreams, 

Look at me, I could be something!

One class turned to two, 

then full-time, a term, a year

and then my degree

I was a tiny seed hoping to become a tree

Yes, look at me!






night desolate




punching upwards

Hope once more

The author, Linda Abajian, recently returned to college and am almost done with the poetry class taught by Jose Chaves.
“It is a great class! Here is my poem about possibility.”

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