I drifted far from the enthralling arm of Steemit.
I drifted away for so long,
almost forgetting the way back
to my cherished wall.
While being far from a place I admire deeply,
every ounce of blood in my vein
never stopped raging and wailing into my ear,
deafening sounds of how far I had gone
and how much they long to be back.
I am saddled with the task
of cleaning off all the dust
that has made a home on my Steemit wall.
Anxious to start feeding the belly
of my wall with quality content
and hoping the emanciated look on it face
gradually washes off.
As I make my way back into this rare community,
strolling through the walkway of trending posts,
and stealing a peep through the sizzling and flaming window
to the hot and promoted posts,
I strongly hope my cautious feet
doesn’t suffer burnt from the scorching floors
to some of the Steemit pathways.
I strongly hope to find the zeal
and strength to play catch up
with this ever growing community.
