Waking up.......

It's the morning dawn and I can't get up for beauty

But I feel intoxicated with this kissof the morning

wafting with cake from the night , I can't fight

A devils invitation to save me

It's the blissful sounds of grandfathers memoirs

but my mind wont accept that kind of passion

I blade my skin through the torment of a dream

/ a fantasy/ a beautiful illusion that uses props from me

but interoggates me by deepening my affair

It's the escape from a queit living room into a vivid wildness

sometimes i think I can touch but if i think harder

I will know it is touchable , just through a different journey

sometimes I ask myself what is stopping me , only to see it is me

I try and save things missing

I tr and forget things gone

deep in the back of my mind I still worry, but I am determined to change

change to be me

change to be something I can fall in love with

no one else

I ask God to help me change in this year

to help me become the womn i want to be

or to invade problems only to kill them

and to occupy dreams that save

and to heal through praying