7 Poems x 7 Days – Scantily – Day 7

Dom here!
So I worked with my girlfriend on a 7 day poetry project, at the start of a new day she sent me a new word and I wrote a poem based on the word and submitting them without edits.

As I wait to board this flight

All is mundane of the world

we rest unrested

and nod through precursors

of stories weve heard a million times

while disconnected from the world

most float through,

and trace the time til lunch at noon

clock out, reset, resume…

From cubicle seats, some of us can see, the life we want to lead

we share a bit in common to desire a life lived in luxury, personally of course,

as there is even beauty amid a scantily furnished

studio apartment in the heart of Downtown,

Los Angeles, where most everyone

in walking distance endures the same.

The tall buildings reflect the sun

enough to create the illusion

that skid row, is a beach

off the coast of cuba

and that people are actually

going to speak

when we cross paths on the street,

but i face my reality

grab my book bag and headphones

for the journey that the recurrent 24hrs presents.

Though reluctant, at times, I love to connect

and enjoy discovering differences,

and hearing proud stories of kinships

but it is to miss the point to undermine

what i expect for me

as my desires serve my purpose to breathe

and anything additional that i see fit to accompany.

This world often lends us

to forget that forgiveness

is a form of progression,

when we rescind on our

weaker parts,

we find things like courage.

So I know my dreams will suffice

to cover the span of my living legacy

and the one ill leave behind

i am love

i am second chances

i am enough

and as i move through with faith

maneuvering through the bluffs

ill respond in service

as my record reflects,

be it on the 33rd floor of a building with my name on it or in the struggle of this studio apartment;

We all get one go at this,

so I aspire to make it

a fulfilling experience,

aware of limits

but in fear of no limitations

i want rest for the restless

its been generations just waiting,

fancy me always being a hopeful one

in us all there is room for sedition

as there is room for the noble.

There are times i want to cry

i see the true beauty in this life,

a beauty no one can quantify,

and ive just been here waiting

to fly with the time.

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