Three walls stand strong around me
and the ceiling is braided with Ivy, so I can see the stars.
When dark clouds block the sun and storms spin themselves above my head, my ceiling will let the rain in.
It will soak everything. The floodwater will rise and I will feel like I’m drowning,
but I’ve been through this before.
The water will recede and besides its not about me, the soil will be better for it.
So I can have the Fruits of every shape and color
that dangle in front of my eyes within reach and the table will be overflowing.
I had some help but I built this myself,
and It will come down one way or another.
Until all that remains are scars in the grass.
Until the leaves lose their green again.
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Melissa Shaiman
<p>If I could be anywhere, I’d be by the seaside. In my free time I love to write poetry and go on new adventures! As a Geography and International Affairs major, I’m fascinated with the relationship between people, society, and their environment. I don’t know what I want to do after graduation, but I look forward to figuring it out!</p>
