Tricked.

I’ve caught onto your tricks,
all of them,
every single one.

Undigested.

Engorged,
amplified.
it’s the teeny,
tiny
tediousness
that leads to the grander,
and eventually the grandiose.

Unsettled.

Tackle what you can along the way,
it’s all coming together,
amping up the fortitude
mending up the fray.

Called.

Beguiled no mas.
marked by indignation
guided into glorious light
Covered in prayers
declared, decreed, destined,
here at victory…you had me with the name.