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Change

Turning points peak the highest,

As for change, it gets worse.

Been drowning in sorrow,

Found myself at rock bottom.

Its time for a metamorphosis,

time for a change of gears now.

Forget the fears and whispers, 

Late night critics will still be there irregardless. 

Let's look at the world from a different perspective,

Transmogrify my life if possible.

transform from my old self,

Its about time I remove leeches,

After a deep dive in this filthy lake.

No more fake smiles,

I will take what life puts me through.

Its not a bicycle ride,

I have known about that

A vicious circle for years.

No more tripping and tearing up over the past,

Time is what I no longer have.

Been a mime for sometime,

But even then mimes do talk for themselves.

What I can't change so be it,

What I can do may be fixed.

Change..... Funny we all want it,

But it's hard to move from the comfortable side.

I look at it and think to myself,

"maybe someday"

But how about now?

Drastic changes come slow,

When no one is watching,

Just like panic attacks.

I yearn for change,

Flip the page, learn from the past.

Fix the grammar in the story,

And pray I still have enough pages. 

Change

◄ Too much of life

Ghosts of the past ►

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