Destiny 1, by David Ames

Each night more raw.
Each day more real.
And destiny is peeled back,
Sometimes willingly, and with soft easy pulls,
Relinquishing its grip, it’s everpresent guise.
And with time, it seems all more willing to let go.
So let it loose.
Let the sweet fruit be taken
And be eaten at it’s finest, ripest moment.
So we can remember how sweet it was
Before it all returns to the stardust.


About Jessica Lee

Jessica is a twenty-something poet who performs most of her work on stage in Spoken Word. She has found writing therapeutic since she was child, and has pursued it ceaselessly. She enjoys writing even the most fleeting thoughts and dreams as SensicalRavings. Between long retail shifts, she enjoys writing observational pieces (always with a slant) of locally relevant subjects as ALLGainesville. If you appreciate inspiring, coming-of-age suppositions, become a follower. Though it's not always roses, it's raw!

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