Clean Slate

Maybe I am in a happy place.
Maybe now, I can be more of myself.
Maybe I have something good right now.
Maybe things will get better.
Maybe time forgave me.
But why am I not so sure?
Why do I hold back?
Why do I question myself?
My own capabilities?
Why am I so insecure?
Clutter.
Mess.
Baggage.
Wreck.
Tragedy.
Walls.
Negativity.
..and so it begins.

Crack me open
Watch me die once more.
Rebirth will follow, a little late.
Are you prepared?
..am I prepared?
Rebirth.
Such a happy, messy, beautiful work of art I am.

We all want to be noticed.
We all want to be diverse.
We all want a fresh start.
No matter how scattered our thoughts are.

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