Sometimes

Sometimes
We place our expectations
High above our capacity
And when life guns us down
Even the scars
Look more than a fresh wound

Sometimes
We load the pot of anticipation
So much that
It suffocates to boil
Cooking for us stress and anxiety

Sometimes
We just have to cast wide
Our nets of hope
Into the ocean of life
Sometimes
We just have to bake hot
Our dreams
Then buyers will parade
To help us sell without
Any struggle

Edem (Fodeka) Kusorgbor
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