Personal (Hope)

I’m stuck in the terminal,
got lost in the concourse of life.

My plain has been grounded,
growth delayed by
the risk of turbulence.

I have so much baggage
weighing me down;
I’ll never be cleared for departure.

I know I’m destined for flight,
but I’m not prepared yet
for high altitudes.

However, one day
I will lift off into my destiny
and finally arrive at my destination.

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