floating on a cloud of bondage, happily arrested. they’re passing me, looks festive. an army of the young. breathing new life out of their lungs. i press my tongue. in the space between my teeth. hoping to get a feel of what’s beneath. me possibly turning over a new leaf. living a better life. the one any man would wife. dreams becoming tangible, stimulated by the touch. of something militant much. assertive about the transformation. making sure none of the plans get lost in translation. after the affirmation. of a guaranteed conversation. with God. cuz you said God…how long? and exactly strong…do you need me to be? to get to that place where i can finally see. the promise land. cuz what’s promised to no man…but you…well…me…standing here in this mirror. staring myself in my eyes, and the thought became clearer. that I’m made in his image. i instantly became lifted. to a newness. watching what’s new drift. into my territory. forgetting the former scary stories. of enemies scattered far and wide. weapons aimed at those by my side. shadows causing the targets to shift to my heart and mind. couldn’t touch my soul cuz someone bigger had me in mind. from the very time. those in opposition attempted to rhyme. their lies. with my demise. hoping i’d fall from the trajectory. towards my destiny. that place where i can see the best in me. greatness in this looking glass. and now i look like those that i can see pass…ing. and as their passing. i’m inspired to reach to new heights. despite the previous fight. because the shackles have fallen and so have my fears. and now wings are forming from my tears. and i begin to see the similarities to the young. opening my mouth, realizing the power of my tongue. i speak…and now the former cloud of bondage has now begin to rain. blessing dry land with crops and trees that yield fruit. the crows got the boot. and the gunshots went mute. stopped in their tracks. yielding to some facts…that start with one…i am more powerful than i believe.