Photo by Quan H. KIM
October 9, 2019
If 3 AM could wake me up, here’s how it would sound.
Knocking from door to door, a mere shift to crown.
We’d make it, until now fake it, because our faith’s never taken.
Time is key.
You’ve done the rare, in the mind because most wouldn’t see there.
Spinning be your foe at the end of the tunnel.
Blinking in disbelief and looking back at the fumbles.
Meant to succeed, it’s why through the fork we proceed.
Traveled a road less chosen, challenging fate easily broken.
Facing past failures, re-stamp the passport, and enter as a cohort.
We woke you for unbroke you.
Be the success you see in proof.
Your people are waiting for you.