It’s the ending of August
Some days past my birthday
Just got into college
With my luggage and my ticket
As uncertain as the rain clouds
I proceed to my new room
I am welcomed by the fuzzy
warm feeling of yellow
Taking in the new view
of where I’ll call home soon
As if on cue, out of nowhere
The sun rays pour in
Through the white windows
Showering me with hope
“I’ll make me a home
In these yellow walls”
© warrior queen, 2024
Poems by Dami 