Treasured
The treasure that is the future is forever.
And uncertainty is hopeful, never.
This weight I have captured.
That is raging in my mind for sure.
Like a furnace releasing questions in smoke.
That I will turn into fruitful clouds that will be unveiled from this cloak.
So that the rains of the past can be recycled.
And the sacrifices I have carried for so long will not be so wrathful.
Your future is not like a paste-
You do not have to adhere to it- defiance is not a waste!
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