First Year Senior

As I might have said in the introductory post to this blog, this is not only a political forum. It is also a forum for all of my professional endeavors. It is a place for me to develop my career as a writer, a political commentator, and a journalist. That being said, I have some poetry for you.

Author's note: first poetry I've written in a little while, I ask that you not judge too harshly. Hahaha. It's really not my best, but I felt I should post it anyway...because I like posting. It makes me feel smart, or something like it.

Gray Days
©Rachel C

I used to dream only about gray days—
Days when the rain would pour
straight from the low-hanging clouds;
Days where I could stand alone
in the torrent of the downpour
and dream about kissing you.
I used to dream about winters
that would last, cold and gray, forever.
So that we could have the evenings
all to ourselves, and we could cuddle;
held tight in front of the fire, the sound
of a televised war
mingling with the flame cackles.
And you would feed me the sweetest
coffee I had ever known; and I
would tell you that I loved you.
I used to dream about only loving—
spending all my time in thought
about you. And, even in the days
of immense distraction,
I would never grow tired of being in love.
And now, on gray days, when I stand
alone, my thoughts all turn to
missing you. I never figured,
out of all my make believes,
I would live one where I thrive
without you.
And now, when I dream, it is
only of yellow rain, speckled
with sunlight, and glazed and glowing clouds;
and I know, when I walked away,
I took my love, and all
my gray days stayed with you.