I’ve enrolled into the belief that I am not Adventurous,
that I rarely move out of my comfort zone.
It’s because I haven’t done a bungy jump,
run a marathon,
nor climbed a mountain.
But I’ve leaped into the unknown,
moving to a new city on my own,
going back to school as an adult student,
I’ve struggled to make ends meet,
on a student loan,
on minimum wage.
I’ve surmounted the death of my Mother,
of losing my childhood home,
I am not Adventurous.