It hurts Like a collage Of can'ts, Of missings, Of whats, Of goings on... Can'ts hurt, but You wouldn't have Grown so beautifully. 'Cause I hurt years... I hurt strength, I hurt patience. I hurt Applying myself To do more. 'Cause going for a Master's Put fears... be I hurt. Until then, the love of Happy graduations. Thank you for reading! Which part of the poem resonates with you? Share your thoughts. Please leave a comment. Copyright 2025 K.A. Smith
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K.A. Smith
K. A. Smith – published author and poet with experience in architectural design. I try to bring love and life into every poem or story. I believe every piece of art is "effective" in some way. Please follow along, and share your thoughts.
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