My Last Golden Gate Trip

Crossing the same bridge, holding the same note,
I looked up to the sky but that eyes,
Surprisingly, came with open smile.
Crossing the bridge, holding the note written,
“I won’t jump if at me, one person smiles”
This world has the light somewhere, I survive.
Crossing the same bridge, holding the same note,
I looked up to the sky but you smiled.

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A Graduate’s Apology (If I Can Make It, Finally)

If this is my fifth time of graduation ceremony,
It is mine finally.
I used to think when my time came,
I would not like others, pouring apologies.
Because I would do my best
And always work enthusiastically.
But at one night in the middle, I realized
That I couldn’t go away with single sorry.

There was a smallest thing like
I forgot to turn off the light.
Sometimes, I came to lab late
Because insomnia at night.
There were huge things such as
My answers were neither direct nor right
On the stage of conference
Under many professors’ sights.

I felt despair
And fixed problems stupidly.
I thought no one cared
Which ruined everything, buried me in agony.
But at the third year darkest night,
I asked for help, told my story.
The wound started to be cure
And the process to heal started gradually, magically.

From all these years, if I could go for one mistake only,
I’m deeply sorry to think you would not understand me.

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Daily Prompt: Mistake