Growing up, mum always said "may your dreams come true from where they lie"
but how can the dreams of a boy whose eyes barely finds sleep ever come?
she always assured me that opportunities will come knocking someday. I will always ask, how possible when our house have no doors?
But now, each time I look into the mirror,
I see a man with highs and lows,
with lots of stories on his eyes and nose.
With grace well played out on his sight,
he breathed his way into blessings.
©noblenuel
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