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Class (Poem)

Classes are required for my goal,

There’s no way to escape it,

Should I give up on my goal?

I try to convince myself that I don’t want it,

Not wanting it would make it hurt less to give up on my goal.

 

Claustrophobia makes it feel like the class is a cage,

I want to get out and breathe the outside air,

My mind says “I don’t want to stay in this cage,”

When I’m in the cage it feels like I’m not getting enough air,

Although articles say anxiety means you’re getting a lot of air.

 

Thus, I try to find reasons to enjoy the class,

My breathing slowly calms down,

I’m able to stay until the end of class,

It makes me thankful that I was able to calm down,

It makes me proud that I was able to stay in class.

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