You haven’t moved
Nothing’s changed
But things are different
You feel strange
The light is awkward
Your happy’s faded
Nothing’s fitting
You just feel jaded
You try and push things
Force fate’s hand
But it isn’t giving
To your stand
You’re just to wait
Feel that icky skin
It isn’t time
To give in
Time will heal
And you will grow
You’re growing now
It’s just so slow
You are changing
You will see
You’re getting there
But let it be
There’s nothing yet
For you to touch
There’s nothing yet
Well nothing much
SO I just sit here
Feeling crap?
You cry out
Is this a trap?
Not a trap
It’s called transition
It’s not “feel good”
But there is a vision
It’s moving you
Where you must go
It’ll take you there
Just REALLY
S
L
O
W
So sitting quietly
and being still
It will get better
I know it will.
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