My emotions roast over the fire pit
like marshmallows, as the once white
is now black instead.
As the night gets colder
and the days get old,
the spark in the air still waivers…
Smells of fear mix with
the blood sweat and tears
of the people who paved the land
before we got here.
I sip my cup of courage
And look into the flames
wondering about what will remain
of my name in the next 50 years….
I mean,
Will I just sustain a job I hate
or find a breakthrough in my career
where I can wake up to what I love.
But,
out on that stick
my purest thoughts and aspirations
brown with every rotation
because,
what’s a dream with no savior?
I’m glad that I’ve saved enough
courage in my cup
to last a few months,
cause I’m going to need it
if I expect to succeed
in a world built to suppress my needs
like the graham cracker
to the marshmallow
with melting chocolate in between.
They can’t continue to defer my dreams,
we all don’t fall for sweets…
Those modern day luxuries
testing your beliefs,
but I am certain of two things
the value of my worth
and the severity of my needs,
I’ll see you on the other side,
where they say it's sweet.
Dom S. Flagg 2016