I'm posting the various short poems from an autobiographical project I did last semester. They aren't amazing because I (admittedly) didn't take a lot of time on them. I'll include the description from some of them (since we had to explain them as well), but for some, I'd rather not since they are very personal.
The subtitle of this one is important. Ett, Ensam can be roughly translated from Swedish (my favorite language) to “One, Alone.” It is short because it’s something I have a hard time explaining. When I first got to college, I felt terribly alone. I still sort of do, but not nearly as much as then. I was really hurting, and this is about how out-of-place I felt and still sometimes feel. This is also a good tie back to the original question posed -- “Who am I?”