The blood in my vein is warm and hopeful,
that the pains of yesterday can’t churn my belief,
that there is more to come than this present eyes see.
Home is not far from where my soul is,
beyond this present bay is an island of treasure,
whos’ chest is large enough to contain all of my joy and happy thrills.
A kernel’s hope is the dream my heart had,
this seed of greatness that sprouts from the gardens of my spirit,
has its branches thrusting above the stars.
Like oil, this kernel hope lubricates my will,
drenching me with passion like I am on rum and liquor,
so I’ll live above life lows and it’s stupor,
until I’m sure that time has cracked my kernel hope, rewarding me with everything that I had hoped for,
restoring me to that point I pray and adore.
©Nwokeforo,U.B
29-09-2020
Pics credit to @Iamnasbo
