Shoot!

To the top.

Immense pressure...

Pushed me down to the floor.

Time and time again.

I visualized the pain I couldn't verbalize.

Bloodied and brutalized.

I lay in pools of blood, sweat, and tears.

Wondering if I would ever be able to break free.

Of who they wanted me to be.

Who everyone thought I should be.

Associated with riches and lackadaisical resolve...

I chose to shift focus, shift my balance, and reach for the stars.

I launched into the ether... with no one to hold onto and nothing to build upon.

All I had was the broken yet beautiful shell that God had lent unto me.

I pushed through the darkness.

I fought to get to the light.

I looked around and had broke through the stratosphere...

All around me were the grand company.

Of the stars that He hung...

And as Job wondered, I gawk at the audacity I possessed to question his plan.

Yours faithfully,

Sam Qavah John.

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