'Club Counsellor' Poem by NiQi Deveaux

'Club Counsellor'



Club counsellor
Don't need no degree
From the school of hard knocks
Just enlightened philosophy

I realize I charted semesters
Graded tests that life can give
Degrees given on momentous milestones
How I survived? Don't know. Just did

My degree's not written on paper
It's forged into my skin
With laugh lines drawn, brow trenches wrought
Turned up lips I start to grin

As I watch the scenes in front of me
Remembering the self I was
Young... So foolish... so unaware
Tightly wound, until I sprung

From tension high unfettered by
How I affect reality
So conscious now of every thought
I have been set on the path that makes me free

Oh I monitor every shift of eyes
And distracted from discord
That threatens to drown the bliss I found
But I've found my breaching shores

N. S. D.

Saturday, August 27, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: growth
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