I'd rocked the boat a time or two,
I'd left my heart detached someplace,
Crashed into vacancy open armed,
A year, and another, grinds away,
Too young to waste, too old to say
When it grabbed me, possessed me,
Would jade and molest me,
Sudden revelation, my hate starts to fray,
A clear sky frees me, soaks me to my skin,
Until I am reborn, my life to begin,
The future's a canvas,
Choices- my paint- a mending wound,
And just like that...
A smile burns my cheeks.
I haven't felt this way in weeks.
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