(Pretty self-explanatory, I suppose.)
Thoughts When Filling Application Forms
I stare motionless at my screen
As raindrops tap the sill,
Where futures beckon shamelessly
At my heartbeat and will;
Possibilities I am to
Gamble with all I own,
With essays, grades, portfolios
And blood and flesh and bone.
A click, it seems, I now am from
Forsaken dreams and pride:
A lifelong commitment to words,
A vision far and wide.
Yet still they ask for more - my own
Voice they refuse to heed:
“Lest you’re up to no good, Letters
Of Reference we need.”
Who am I, but intruder of
Literature’s holy ground;
No one endorses my lame works,
No cheers nor toasts around.
A figure, stout-limbed, gentle, fair,
To whom I owe my part,
Amidst despair fills my mind as
Gratitude fills my heart.
Had I the chance to turn back time,
I’d tread the path he paved.
Though no letter he today writes,
He left me bright and brave
Enough to walk into the rain,
To fight against the tide,
To blaze a solitary trail
When no trail is in sight.
