Expectation burned hot on the back of my throat
Melted away intentionally with the Vick’s like vapors of optimism and blind faith I rubbed all over myself
It was time to heal and to believe in something more
Something real
Ambition radiated off my being
Anticipation of the new days and adventures to come wake me up earlier and keep me up later
The last few embers of the burning expectation give way to the warm coming of new words
New worlds
I am lit and this is only the beginning
your poetry is so simple yet so deep. I honestly love itttt!!! 🙂 ❤
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Thank you 🙏🏾
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I honestly love that you read it.
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it was definitely worth it 🙂
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