Woke up to a new me,
No, it wasn’t morning
It was a random moment of a random day,
Just thinking about what I left on the way,
I will try and find my way,
away from the thoughts that hold me back,
Who gave them the power?
I think it was me,
so, then the power resides in me,
to give and take,
to break and remake,
to whistle and dance,
rekindle a romance…
Accepting the way things are,
accepting the way people are,
accepting everything…
But did it dampen the fire within?
Maybe am not here to accept,
Maybe am here to challenge,
And challenge, I do,
Hear some hurtful words or two,
I accept those,
Move on,
Circle back to the same old show,
Acceptance once more,
But expectations - No more…
I was never much of a talker, but now I talk less.
worried about my words and the mess they make.
I was never so unsure,
but I believe the time has its way,
of changing and moulding you,
or is it the people and company that surround you?
I oft find myself enchanting a crowd,
and then in front of one, I lose my ground,
no, it isn’t love,
that cannot be expressed,
criticised every step of the way.
I may not be good at all,
but a small flaw cannot be my fall.
Or can it?
Did the old me question herself so much?
Questions? Questions? And some more…
I would love to have a conversation,
just talking,
not the judgement galore...
