A MILLION Possibilities

"DISCOVERY" > Poem free verse The need to do a million things But I can’t crack these financial dreams. It’s all in my head. And the only thing going is this job I wake up to —basic pay for basic needs that eat everything. I can’t go without them. And maybe, I won’t even be here tomorrow. No savings, just today— a mystery I can’t solve. A brother to care for. A tiny room too small for both of us, but maybe God is preparing me. For the dream I had as a little girl: A family. A love that doesn’t leave. A husband who stays, and a version of me that doesn’t run at the first sign of hurt. It’s June 15, 2025. I feel it— a flicker of hope that won’t die. I will bounce back. That’s what discovery is for— To heal,for real. To rise. Through Him, it's up from here. "UP FROM HERE" >performance style You ever feel like you need to do a million things— but your bank account laughs in your face? That’s me. Financial dreams crashing before I even finish breakfast. I got this job, yeah, but it’s just a job. Basic pay for basic needs that don’t know how to stop multiplying. I don’t even have savings for tomorrow. And honestly— today? It’s already too much. I got a brother I care for, a room that feels like a shoebox but somehow holds all my burdens. Maybe, just maybe, God is preparing me. For that little girl dream I had— A soft love. A steady man. A life where I don’t run when things get tough. And here I am, June 15, 2025, and I still got this tiny ember flickering in my chest. Hope. I will bounce back. That’s what discovery is for. To heal. For real. And rise— Through Him, it’s up from here. "JUNE FIFTEENTH" >short story The day felt like any other—gray, sticky, and tired. I packed my sugar into my little container for later at work and watched my younger brother try to grab my laptop to submit his application .As he hopped that interview wount feel hell on earth. We lived in a room that was never meant to hold two dreams, let alone two people. I had a job. The kind of job that drained you but didn’t kill you. Minimum wage. Predictable. But somehow, the money never seemed to last beyond the first week. Rent, school fees, food,wifi,tokens, Repeat. Every once in a while, in the silence before sleep, I’d hear the echo of an old dream—me in a sundress, a home with light in every corner, laughter that didn’t have to push past sorrow to be heard. A husband. A family. Peace. Not this endless scramble. I wanted to run sometimes—God knows I had before. At the first sign of hurt or discomfort, I’d pack my emotional bags and flee. But lately, I’d been staying. Holding on. Choosing presence over panic. Maybe this struggle is a kind of preparation. Maybe God is shaping me through the fire. Watching Ginny amd Georgia ,stirred up emotions ,all i did is journal that night: “I will bounce back". That’s what discovery is for. To heal. For real. Through Him—it’s up from here.” And maybe, just maybe, that would be enough for now........... CHAPTER 2 "Half light,full heart" What is this yearning to not engage ,but from a distance. Physical is what I could see and I liked ,it felt safe,quite ,promising positivity. And now am saying get to know the unknown parts of people that you have not met yet , however peaceful it feels . Move in slow paces with certainty, leave empathy in judgement ,only if the empath feeling is for you . Understand about people 's needs ,study their character, and know how to move . Starve your soul of people that's when you know who is solely for you .