No sooner did I breathe
a thought unto myself
without even needing
to have it worded
You sent many
desires and wishes
to pave the way
to meet me
No sooner did I take
myself too stilted,
too tilted,
too grave to live
You sent my way
the irony of being me
making me see yet again
life is worth the day.
Everyday, always.
No sooner did I sigh
an escape from my dreams,
from the ambitions long-waiting,
wrinkled and greyed
You sent my way
patience renewed
and wisdom timeless
to shine through my dullness
making me embrace
my past, my present
without guilt or regret
to await the future
without rest or restlessness
Just a calm wait
rid of all impatience
rid of all expecting
The kind that is
the soil fertile
for the gestation of dreams
worth dreaming
even if just once
once a life
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