When I get my own life,
I'm not asking for a smooth road.
I just wanna have clear skies,
No messes of untie-able knots,
But rather ferociously hot days of sun
That burn you.
While it hurts for a bit, and may look bad,
you move on, find resilience in yourself, and continue your trek.
I don't want vicious storms. I've had enough of those.
How about a good old drought, to make the rain sweet and welcome.
All I want, through all of this, is hope, and endless possibilities,
Offering me a rope ladder to climb to fulfillment.

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