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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*
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