Poem: fervid – 21/11/21

woke up late
I didn’t know what I was all about
looking around with delirium
smiling to myself
at the fever I knew would begin again
the fervid burning of hope
at knowing
that what I pursue is worth the dreaming
allowing for facts of independence and fine fine times
achieved by chasing the high of gains
and frames behind the mirror depict
the moments which, are all the same,
but varied alike in their ability to capture the light
and tame my heart and soul and mind
with the memories of brightness and soul.
abundance fills my life in many ways
more ways than I can aptly appreciate
but I do,
I do,
I thank the lord for what’s being pursued
because he gave me the heart
the ability to strive forth with great intent
dragged away, away from the discussion of late
words spoken over and over
complaints negativity
didn’t warrant a picture
a place on my shelf?
No, keep away, keep away,
pain and feverish complacency can remain
where its now laid,
it shall stay.
Copyright © 2021 Lauren M. Hancock. All rights reserved.

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