God. If I am lucky. One day someone will like to understand my story.
Won’t be intimidated by trying to learn me.
I don’t like disappointments.
There will come a day
when the open door behind a person won’t look so alluring.
A day when I can enjoy the
face of someone instead of their backside silhouettes.
A day when I wake to support.
There will be a time when I share a pot of tea,
enjoy the stillness of the air beside you, an era when I transition from the shelf of cold cases.
A moment in which my self-worth isn’t acknowledged by only me.
Hills were not meant for people to explore and die on.
They are mountains we are meant to overcome together.
One day, at the peak, someone will love as you were shown to love from God.
If I am lucky, they will fight for me and not turn their back on me.
