Fears-Revised

I reach the door and my knees wobble.
I enter class knowing that I'll be called on-
and it happens. The professor calls name.
I know that my is face red and
my voice is shaky- uncertain.
My fears come to the forefront of my mind.
Will they laugh at me? Is my answer wrong?
How can I get out of this situation?
Everyone looks at me, waiting for my answer.
I mumble something quietly,
hoping I answered sufficiently-
hoping I answered correctly.
Eventually, another name is called-
and I am set free.

Saturday Morning- Revised

The sun peers in the room through the blinds, greeting us. Even though it is late morning, it is quiet. Everyone is still asleep from the late Friday night antics. The string of lights above my bed calm me. My mind is awake, but I am not ready to get out of bed. The warmth from under my blankets, and the soft sheets against my skin are too comforting for me to leave. My homework sits on my desk, waiting to be done, but dreamland is begging me to stay. The desire to stay in bed for ten more minutes outweighs the oncoming need to read about statistic formulas. I roll over and hesitantly look at the clock, and I'm relieved to see it's earlier than I expected. I roll back over, only to notice my roommate has done the same. Saturday mornings are a time of rest, and not a time of stress.

Matriarch- Revised

Your limbs tremble in the wind.
Extending and reaching out-
like a mother for her child.

Queen Anne's Lace

White flowers tower above me,
and it fills me with peace.
The green grass lies below me,
and I know I am safe.
Nature above me,
and nature below me.
I am surrounded by color.
Just like the pure white flower
under the sunrise.

Easter Poem

Holy Thursday

We sing Latin in the dark,
and the Tabernacle is carried out.
The singing stops, and silence
fills the room.
This solemn service, a reminder
of what was done to save us.
He died so that our sins
can be forgiven
and that we can live
eternally in Heaven.

American Sonnet

Spring Sonnet

The snow falls white, surrounding us in cold.
We all wish the harsh winter will end soon.
The darkness drowns our frigid spirits-
shorter days bring tired attitudes.
This season brings grey skies and grey spirits.
My body shivers as the wind hits me,
and I just wish for spring flowers to bloom.

But winter is not everlasting-
the sun's rays peek out from behind the clouds.
There is hope of seeing green again.
The birds will chirp and fly through the sky,
and nature will start anew again.
Trees will have leaves and flowers grow petals.
With spring, there will be colors again,
and with spring, there will be happiness.

Villanelle: REVISED

The In Between

Is there something between heaven and hell?
Or is it black and white- no middle grey?
A place for believers, but those who fell.

When the Catholic church rings its mighty bell.
Is St. Peter going to make us stay
In the region between heaven and hell?

The intense burden of a soul to sell,
of whether or not I will find my way-
A place for believers, but those who fell.

Purgatory is not an endless cell,
it won't require an eternal stay.
There is something between heaven and hell.

We have not fallen under Satan's spell,
God won't allow us to be in his play.
Believers will go, as will those who fell.

We have to believe that all will be well.
God will call us to be with Him someday.
We will go in between heaven and hell.
We will be believers, and those who fell.