Dear Two Thousand and Seventeen,

Oh my good-ness gracious, Oh dear, I can not believe you are really here!

Focused on survival, my only escape took place while dreaming of your arrival.

Each night you would come rescue me and temporarily free from captivity.

We’d soar together until sunrise, when you disappeared and I opened my eyes.

Another day of suffering would arrive, and I would wish I didn’t feel so alive.

The hope of meeting you, gave me duality, and now here you are, in reality. 

I no longer have to sleep so we can be together, I want today to last forever.

You are my wings and I AM your flow, wherever you may lead, there I will go! 


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