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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