Ode to Expectations
I scribble notes of genius onto
crumpled-up pieces of loose-leaf paper,
with the smudgy blue ink of a ballpoint pen,
I can rewrite the laws of physics.
I contain vast whirlpools of knowledge and maturity,
like a geyser, full of angst and repression,
I burst under pressure.
Like a volcano, I eject my internal fire onto
myself and those around me.
I punch holes in walls when my
nail polish smudges,
I am strong.
I shatter roadblocks
and I cross burning bridges with a smile on my face.
I am a shoulder to cry on
for those who never lend their own,
I hold grudges
the size of skyscrapers.
I brighten rooms, but I thrive in their dimness.
Sometimes I am a boulder, solid and self-assured,
and sometimes, I am the defeated piece of loose-leaf paper
containing yesterday’s genius.
I cannot be categorized.