2020

2020
Some say
you were
a
🤬curse

For me
You provided
A ladder
In which
I could
Climb

It was in your
Year
I learned to 
Say

Good things are

          Happening
          And
         Great things
          are to

Come

2021
I know 
you
Will
Be the
Year
In which
I will
Get my wings

not the
Ones
Fit 
For
An angel
But rather
Those like
An eagle
So I can
Soar above
In the 
Self development
sky
I have 
Woven

as I look up
I do not
See the stars
Above
Or the blue
Horizon
Watching
Down on me

I see the
Heavens of possibilities 

Paint this
Artistic
Exploration
With
Me

The results
Are endless
for my
2021