Growing Up and Moving On

I remember the first day I walked along the sidewalks, rich,

dark green grass tickling my shoes, 

while Bergami Hall stopped me in my tracks. 

Time passed, classes continued,

and relationships bloomed.

The busy moments swallowed me whole and spit me out,

 teaching me to slow down and take a breath. 

I keep moving forward,

not dwelling on the whispers behind me.

Now, it's time—time to settle into reality.

 Graduation is two months away,

yet I have more to do than ever before. 

My story isn’t finished; it’s not time yet.

I’m not ready.

This isn’t the end, just a turning page. 

I’ve reached the close of a chapter,

not the final act. 

I started here, and now I’m moving on.

My time here has ended, 

but the wisdom I’ve gained propels me forward.

I’m eager. I’m ready now.

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