FRESHMAN CLASS

A LUMENite
Aug 22, 2017 · 1 min read

i am compressed between dreams.
goals. pressure. promises.
sanity. insanity. dos and don’ts.
fears. truths. lies. lust. love.
of all, i am seated side by side
with uncertainty of the future -
failure and success
.

i hear voices;
the incoherent ones come
from within me.
a voice proposing sets
of mathematical theories soars
towards me like a blazing spear,
ready to pierce my pressured brain.

i hear father, reminding me
of how much hope he has
built around my thin shoulders.
but i am seated side by side
with uncertainty of the future-
failure and success.


what did mother say?
"do not look at the girls, else
the devil will steal your soul,
do not follow the boys or stay late
at night".

i hear voices;
noises. nonsense. silence.
the freshman juvenile jokes.
of all, i hear siblings and
the creeping sounds
of responsibilities
upon my shoulders.

i am seen, compressed between
freshmen, in a rowdy class,
seated side by side
with uncertainty of the future -
failure or success.

By

Lemchi Stanley Chiagoziem.
(#LumenChristi).

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