As the semester comes to a close, I look back over my shoulder
At the path I have walked to reach this breaking time.
I am on a hazy, narrow road that seems to never end,
Stretching far beyond my reach and blending into the horizon.
Along this long and exhausting road, that has worn the shoes bellow my feet,
I have many a time paused to ask, Why Continue?
Could I not build myself a nice home from all the papers and notes
I have already received and will never again read?
Success seems to be innate it does not seem come at the end
Of the complex and never ending road that I am on.
But then there are those moments, like a switch has been turned on.
It is in those moments that I realize, why I must continue down the long road.
The moments when I write and my hand does not move fast enough
To catch the thoughts that burst from me down my frantic hand.
The moments when I am able to see the world in a whole new light.
To see everything through someone else’s eyes.
The moments when characters in a story told a thousand times,
Become real and exciting, and takes me through their journeys.
The moments when I get lost in a required yet thrilling book
that I would have never thought could capture me the way it did
The beautiful moments when literature excites me.