By Angel Burke
Graduation is a month away.
I should feel happy, since it’s my big day,
But all I feel is consuming dread,
Uncertainty of what lies ahead.
Where will I go?
Who will I be?
Without my classes, what’s left of me?
But that won’t be the case
In the matter of thirty days.
Pretty soon, I’ll have to pave my own ways.
I try not to think about it,
I’ll just focus on the now.
I know I will get through it somehow.
Graduation is a month away.
The future’s bright, I’m on my way.
The Judson Mosaic 