Life writing


When life seemed perfect,

Exactly as I’d want it to be….

In a single instance, that certainty changes,

And I question so much…

So much that it scares me.

How could I feel such a way,

Is this even my own.

Do these thoughts live within my heart,

If so how could they surface so fast.

Nothing about my life reflects a cause for

Such drastic changes… To much unknown to do

Anything with this.

Time needs to do its thing.

It never fails to show me the right road to take.




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