having direction

Hoping for the deliciousness
And arrival of some sort of decision
Vocal and sensing the crossroads
Interest of a change
Now that the time has come for new energies
Gifting the movement in a different way
Doing everything to make new momentum
In these last few minutes before life shifts
Roaming the memories of what came at the
End of our joining of last year’s discoveries
Calling forth a distant former condition
That died when I finally grasped my future
Interested in claiming my collective bliss
Opening myself to the stories of the imaginative world
Now that I know who I am

About jaybeasley2

a writer, a painter, a poet, a wordsmith
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