Seasons

I looked in the mirror at a childhood disguise. Those little hands that needed protection from a mother. The clock is ticking so time is going. A fear of no belief in his eyes tells a picture. He wants to open his arms and catch everything. It is always a feature for a kid not to realize the impacts of What life has in store. I knew I would grow one day and become something people Would remember. I didn’t realize harsh reality sinks in when a person becomes child to an Adult. The thinking process in the mind twenty-four seven that’s all life is really. Seasons went by I didn’t realize what was happening to me. Another turmoil creeping in so what shall I do to myself? Cracks abound making waves all around. I never knew I wasn’t that hot. I was watching the grave time slot. (Inspirational poem) (Taken from my book called shock)