August 18
Slowly, I am changing.
The clouds – they are parting , to let in the morning sun.
Warm.
Slowly, I begin to smile… having one more day to make it all better.
One more day – to paint the world with my colors.
Red.
White.
Colors of fury and peace.
Slowly, I am a parody.
The smiles – they will part, to let out the laughter.
Soft.
Unassuming.
Quickly, my mind takes hold of me…
I open my eyes to see the truth in my day…
a fantasy.
A beautiful dream… a love that is serene.
A family to care for…
A place to be seen.
A world that isn’t perfect, but will seemingly try…
Slowly, I am changing –
the world hears my cry.
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