I refer myself as a protagonist in a summer tale on the road of self discovery.
Where a poet can profess their pain and paint their blues. Where two worlds interwine of euphoria and time. In this life of doubt it is all that is certain. So I bury my worries and light a spilff to the what ifs and wonders of tomorrow. Letting my roots stand on its own embracing the wild flowers passed on from my mother. With twenty-three trips around the sun and fingers pointed to the cracks of a ceiling that resemble the alignment of stars. Flourishing from a foundation of wishful waiting.
And freedom is the imaginary friend that found its way back to me.

© T'keyah Nicole King