The Day Of Reckoning Poem by Tess Rockenstire

The day of reckoning has come.
No longer ashamed of last past mistakes,
The Sahara dessert is now behind me.
Reclining in my chair, superb life-
Is in the making as I let –
Few punches off- my chest;
Rightly so I deserve it all.
Yes after all, there are second chances;
Waiting for me behind – the rain,
Is a new blue sky -?
Singing in rhapsody
Or indigenous tune,
Unexpected is our future
I suck the taste of fresh fruit.
Defeat tragedy;
I answer my call.
I now bearing the seed
Of my labor, my womb –
Is sheltering a great promise
That is yet to come true
On that appointed time
It taste good to lick
The dream that is about to come true.