September’s Despair

September felt like a whirlwind

Of busy bodies running around,

Creative minds bleeding out,

Legs trembling and heavy breaths,

And of emotions late figured out.

September felt like it would never end,

That I wouldn’t wake up

Like Green Day asked in a song—

A month long suppression,

Burying grief in tortured papers.

September felt like dancing

To Earth, Wind & Fire,

Left feet navigating with a smile,

Finding the rhythm and pace

Of a long 21st night.

September felt like a slap.

A physical torment every week,

Blinding lights on stage,

A kaleidoscope of hopes—

My dreams and realizations.

September felt like closing a book

And letting go of a hand—

The chapter of summer that has passed

For winter comes to claim me,

Shaking my world to its core.