Working on myself
A little more each day.
As the seasons pass,
I can see my body change.
My mind used to be so dark,
like a never ending hole.
Working on myself,
and suddenly there's light.
It's possible to be,
everything you want to be.
Everything I thought was wrong
Was right.
Leaves flow to the ground
In a pallette of colors.
I still work on myself,
Motivation rising.
Thw town's covered in snow,
and everything's freezing.
Life hasn't changed,
but somehow I'm different.
Challenges go my way,
but I'm not surrounded by darkness.
I'm not the broken girl
everyone thought they knew.
I'm working on myself,
as the season changes.
I can feel myself change,
As the seasons do.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Seashell in The Sand
PoesíaThis is a collection of poetry about my life. The things I go through and the things I witness. Some are happy, some are sad, and some won't make any sense. Sometimes life doesn't either.
