My highs and lows have journeyed with me this far

Got me contemplating whether to enter this bar

To have a toast to my past.

I’ve lived it so fast

Never could afford to see my star

As I looked forward to the morning star.

I saw hope blown away like dust

Making it in life, became a must

I was my own cast

Waiting for the cowrie to be casted

Many days for my future I’ve fasted

Posters of determination I’ve pasted

In every step, a print of faith drawn

I swore by the hole in the last sock worn

That was my tattoo on the day I won.

©THMpoetry2018