So nuts....

After further reflecting on the situations that I have experienced throughout the semester, I realized that there there is no use in feeling sorry for myself; I must learn and grow from the problems I have faced.
From my father being diagnosed with pulmonary fibrosis, to my parents filing for divorce and choosing to break the news to me over the phone; from acquiring mono and as a result, catching every flu, cold, or both at the same time that slyly floated around our campus, to being placed in the hospital for having a stomach ulcer (probably from all the fucking stress I've been under), I have received the right to say that I have experienced HELL.
But, in the midst of all the chaos, there, in the front of my four different classrooms, stood four professors who understood, who had the decency to find it in their hearts to attempt to understand the chaotic situation/s that occurred in my life. For this, I thank you. And to you, I dedicate this poem: (It's meant to relax the reader)

Cypress surrounds me.
The unsullied air
pervades through my lungs
as I take in each breath and exhale.
The drums
of the falls tunefully
whipping the rivulet below.
A gust of wind blows
through the trees.
My mind is at ease.
The leaves wave hello
as the breeze flutters by.
The birds
with their chirps
sound like delicate
chimes.
My mind is at peace
with what life brings
to me.