Finished

As the end of the semester draws near and many of my friends are graduating, I realize how close I am to finishing my undergraduate education. I'm not quite done yet, but I know the time will fly by. As I think about it, I'm dwelling on a poem I wrote for my church a…

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Panic Sets In

Tingles crinkle through my skin making hairs stand at attention straining away from the surface and creating little mole hills all over my arms and back Stomach twists like mountain roads up and down and through a tunnel jumping up to my heart dropping down to my toes my Judas Iscariot stomach Plans blasted away…