It’s about time.
Years later down the line.
Stories on the table,
My own personal fable.
This year I graduate school,
Eight years in all for this fool.
It’s about time I get my degree,
It’s about time I get to be me.
After December I get to go write:
My prize for such a long fight.
I get to find a job I can do with my words
To make sense of a life that’s absurd.
Written for a We Drink Inspiration prompt. Check out some of the other entries via the link.