Sunday, 25 February 2018

The paint.

If you need me, I’ll be in the corner,
For a variety of reasons.
Life it comes in waves,
In chapters, and in seasons.
I wanted this, I asked for it,
And I know how I am blessed,
But it’s not as I imagined it,
The paint has become messed.
I take a deep breath and push forward,
I’ll keep waiting for my time,
When I can breathe again,
And my life is more like mine.

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