Exit from the University?

Exit From the University, (…withdrawing, “withdrawn”, withdrawal?….)

A slip I could resign to a signature fall, I came this close to (….QUIT….) because I’ve come this far before, (……….“Alone”…………), full circle, no matter the 5-hour road trip in the opposite direction

Do you plan to: Reenroll… (Roller-skating thin ice, rollback to the brittle rink? NO?) transfer to… (hinterlands? NO?) my plans are uncertain ­­­­______________ (certain to sink? Maybe so?)

All students are required to clear their account, I’m filling in missing information, (but Amber Alert is for the people gone missing not for numbers who choose to self-negate), no multiple choice but to fill out the blank with more blank space, invisible erasures…

Exit from returns to this investment? But they shortchanged me, sold me on a little white lie (what cure for lonely?), and blackmailed the bill! Bankrupt, left to the last token of what broken I can scrimp to pay up for costly friendless-tax…

No plans afterward? But maybe this place is a part of the no-place for me that will keep me traveling to see a perfect world nowhere-to-be…

Should I clear the account? Withdrawing the story to the end by a sworn statement, or withholding a statement embittered by swearing, or withstand a vow to the child within that we’ll pick up where we left off on another tomorrow?

(……… “Alone”…………) reads the banner welcoming the dreams of incoming freshmen.

“(…QUIT…) the propaganda” so said the hardened, pessimist creature not the guessing, the destined, the questing young dreamer.

“Exit from the University?” reads like an uncertainty’s fear, a dark pondering to the latter of me who dreamt extraordinary things beyond company that ordinary brings, reads like QUIT to the illiterate optimist.

And so the office assistant hands the slip back to me, and I rewind the fall, but it’s a good thing I didn’t sign in pen, didn’t sign at all.

I reenrolled my name among the incoming dreamers.

Enter into silent applaud… and dreams for homecoming among the seniors…

(Study Abroad?)

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Asha Gowan

I am an aspiring poet, novelist, musician, visual artist, and a die hard jazz enthusiast (partial to writing). I did not have a choice in the matter as both of my parents are creative to the core. Van Gogh beautifully painted the artist's portrait with his words: "The more I think about it, the more I realize there is nothing more artistic than to love others." I've made that ideal the primary catalyst for my work. Born as one of nature's esthetes, beauty is the goal of every song, every poem, every piece of art. Beauty that will touch the hearts and minds of others. I try to design my art to be healing and empathetic. I study and find intriguing people of all kinds, which informs a lot of my insights. I've drawn inspiration on the art of positivity, of spiritual uplifting from writers like Throeau, John Muir, Ohiyesa (Charles Eastman), the psalmist David, etc. Seeking a unique verve in my style, I make thorough investigations of all sorts of art and challenge myself to the hilt for the growth of my ingenuity. I am eager to share my musings with everyone here and wish to disseminate them. Thank you!