POEM

My life is full of potentials

All covered up on the inside

Seeking for freedom

Please let go of me

My life is full of potentials

Yet undeveloped

Like gold unpurified

Where is the refiner’s fire?

My life is full of porentials

It has formed a tumour within my belly

Ready to be released and let go

But is it nine months yet?

My life is full of potentials

God has put it there

Why so many forces stopping it?

Will I let them prevail?

My life is full of potentials

That will set me on high

Just a little exercise

And I will spread my wings on high

My  life is full of potentials

Like an inflammation undergoing sequestration

Just a little patience

And I will come spurulating