Real Smiles and Poetry

I finally finished my expat scholarship video.. If you would like to see it click here. I spent a lot of time on it, I'd love to know what you think. 

I started packing today.... I hate the idea of leaving. I love going, but I hate leaving. And taking pictures off the walls and sorting through notes and letters does nothing to make me feel any better about it.  There's something ridiculously sentimental about letters. 

I'll look in my closet and find a boxful. 

Notes and such from high school.

I turn to catch an earful

of the silliness that causes tearfall.

I can't stop thinking about this and that,

All the things I need to do when I get back.

I decided that my mind is itself a trap,

That I'm entirely a mouse, with its very own cat. 

A stone's throw away, lies an ornate chair,

I find myself sitting in it, something rare.

The look on my face is more a dare,

And the little clenched fists I hold in my lap, a scare. 

And so I box up my life, yet once more, 

Decide to vent frustrations at an open door.

Terrified to know what lies in store,

Longing for that little bit of something more.

Leaking dissatisfaction and pure unreaction,

I lead in paths of little or large adaption.

I am but part of a bigger faction

And so my feelings are revealed to be a fraction.

Tossing sentiment out the window,

With a baby in the bathwater and an "in you go".

I lose my balance and get some warm glow,

And go back again to be a minnow.