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...I hope (journal entry 12/7/2020)
leaves, luscious green
whisper my name, softly
southern harmony, a cappella
bending branch to kiss my face
with warm lips that feel like
home
~
so close I can feel
wet, heavy air tickling my nose
as I lay in this limbo-place,
dreaming of a life of my own
to render in truth and love
or to regret in disappointment
and sorrow;
the choice is finally mine
~
longing for space
where I haven’t
fucked everything up
a hundred different ways;
a true clean slate
in a world where those are hard
to come by
~
I’m still ashamed
for daring to think
I could ever deserve that
anywhere else
~
limbo-place is hell
but it won’t be long now ~
excitement replaces
trepidation,
belief that the best
I am
is still to come;
slow and steady wins nothing
except a life of striving
to do the best you can
and pray it’s enough
but also
happiness
peace
love
joy
...I hope
*deep breath*
whisper my name, softly
southern harmony, a cappella
bending branch to kiss my face
with warm lips that feel like
home
~
so close I can feel
wet, heavy air tickling my nose
as I lay in this limbo-place,
dreaming of a life of my own
to render in truth and love
or to regret in disappointment
and sorrow;
the choice is finally mine
~
longing for space
where I haven’t
fucked everything up
a hundred different ways;
a true clean slate
in a world where those are hard
to come by
~
I’m still ashamed
for daring to think
I could ever deserve that
anywhere else
~
limbo-place is hell
but it won’t be long now ~
excitement replaces
trepidation,
belief that the best
I am
is still to come;
slow and steady wins nothing
except a life of striving
to do the best you can
and pray it’s enough
but also
happiness
peace
love
joy
...I hope
*deep breath*
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