Moving On.

In my mother's lap

I was but a suckling

With hungered stomach and fast sucking mouth

I walk paths with bare body and zero-knowledge

I walk and I fall - I get scars

And yet I go on because mama says the winner takes it all

How can I afford to lose

When the dream in my head is as beautiful as paradise?

How can I not long for success

When I have this life of bliss pictured in my head?

All these falls and trials

I know they are just temptations and requirements

That I need for this journey ahead

So I will surge on -

Scale these hurdles and come out victoriously

So help me God. Amen.

Thank you for your time.

My pen doesn't bleed, it speaks, with speed and ease.

Still me,

My tongue is like the pen of a ready writer.

Olawalium; (Love's chemical content, in human form). Take a dose today: doctor's order.

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