My stomach’s dying,
my dreams are flying.
It’s one of three things
that his package brings.
Acceptance is one
and would be so fun.
My doubts would be killed,
my desires filled.
Or his rejection
notification.
If it is that news,
I’ll be filled with blues.
Last, my submission
has an omission.
I forgot something
to get his blessing.
Either way, I must
possess faith and trust
in all of my dreams
despite what he deems.
