Future.
Waves of happiness,
Sweep me from my feet,
I intend to bask in my own peace of mind,
I refuse to dance to your beat.
Sticks and stones may break bones,
but words can always hurt me,
Its been 107 days,
Surly there must be a tomorrow that I can paint as happy.
I’ll aim for the sun,
To take my mood to a new height,
I’ll aspire better for myself,
And to avoid over thinking and one sided fights.
I hope that for me there is a bigger picture,
A life with a selection of opportunities,
I hope it doesn’t include extensive doses of misery,
but a world that can finally be described as pure and ‘pretty’.
Faded will be the nebulous skies,
And the traces of addiction,
Sometime in the not-to-distant future,
Feelings of sadness will be mistaken for fiction.
I’m painting the previously blank canvas,
In all colours of the rainbow,
I’ve learnt by example,
And realised that I am no longer my own foe.