I remember taking public transportation being part of chocolate city’s secret nation
I took greyhounds just to cross state borders
My shoes kept walking even when my legs gave out
I went to public libraries to print out resumes and prayed for better days
1,151 days ago from today I never dreamed of the possibility of everything I earned along the way
I remember not knowing where I was going to sleep when the night came creeping in
The demons were knocking on my door asking me let them in
I had to make promises to myself that I swore were meant to be broken just to keep on goin
I’m here and it feels good to be alive
I don’t owe anyone anything I kept my promises down to the very last one
My pockets My feet My mind and My spirit have been able to rest
I snoozed on my dreams out of fear I would lose it all
I was settling for naps and daydreams over REM sleep and manifestations
Now it’s my time to dream big with deep concentration
I did it once before and I’m gonna do it again
It was never meant to be easy it won’t be easy, but now I have better ammunition.
I’m on to my next mission I just needed a reload on ambition
Me myself and I
It feels good to be alive
- Author: Chicha (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: February 12th, 2023 12:20
- Category: Reflection
- Views: 62
Comments1
Oh, my, a lovely penetrating soliloquy. Yes you earned every good thing that comes your way. Thanks for brightening my day... no my week... my life! OK, a bit of exaggeration, but this really moves me... many thanks!
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