Que-Sera-Sera

I owe this to myself...my promise of love 

 

  

“So much hope…this is how I stand the grind,

Although a little shaken, yet determined.

Maybe, a little broken…I know how to hold the pieces fine.

When the days are gloom, there is a light within,

All this while, I have been so mean.

To self, I promise…the ‘gift of love’.

Let the voice of burdened expectations…go numb,

Here I arise…and I triumph!

I walk free…and be “just me”,

Don’t I care anymore, for whatever will be….will be…

Que- era-sera!!!!