I once feared life’s destination . . .
young and wisely unwise. . .
fearless and foolish were my days. . .
recklessly exploring the depth of my being. . .
revealing the mystery of me. . .
until I learned who I wasn’t . . .
believing in hope. . .
until . . .
hope became hopeless. . .
and death grows in my lung. . .
I fear not. . .
my days are empty. . .
my nights crowed with dreams. . .
there is nothing left to do. . .
but welcome my destination . . .
I thought I was special, unique. . .
I am who I am. . .
no greater no lesser. . .
just equal to you. . .
and to all that breath. . .
I am a part that fits . . .
to keep this universe together. . .
one of the reason the sun rises. . .
and sets on the living. . .
for another tomorrow . . .
until a replacement takes over. . .
©Kimberly Wilhelmina Floria
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