Change in the Movement

Like rushing waves crashing on the beige shore,

The feelings rush in, I can’t take anymore.

Bang, bang, another slammed door.

Can’t remember the last time someone stayed.

When will this jealousy fade.

I feel so betrayed.

As my life begins to spiral,

I’m left fighting for my own survival,

Spinning into denial.

I’ve been hung our to dry, alone every day.

On this clothing line Is where I stay,

In the icy winds I sway.

Waiting on the warm breeze of may.

I am strong

I belong

But for how long?

Can I control my wavering tongue.

I am chaos, I am insane.

I am the roundabout, the one way lane.

I am happiness, I am pain.

I am the calm before the storm,

Waiting for the puddles to form.

I will not conform.

I am more than the changing of the tide.

I will not cower, I will not hide.

I will not be denied.

I will take it in my stride.

A new day ahead, the clouds begin to clear,

I am my own pioneer,

And I am no longer crippled by fear.

Ebs