Shifting

I tried to walk and fell flat like a babe without balance.
Scales of blind justice gave me a shove in an unknown direction.

I was tangled in a triangular disaster.
Webs of misfortune because unfortunately my home was unpleasant.

But I was fortunate to have a hey sugar mixed with butter and milk.
Give me some sugar up on the rotund belly of grandpa I climbed.

Summer hugs and watermelon kisses on the front swing.
Swinging and singing in the summer rain.

Summers passed and storms did too.
I passed through the years with blurred vision from salty tears.

My eyes were a brick wall of my cold, stone heart.
Frozen in time, still in a surrogate love that belonged to others.

I did not know how to obtain happiness for myself.
No self-confidence or positive thoughts of a life that boxed me in.

A square, mundane lifestyle the same on every side.
Matching corners and perfect calculations of the same thing each time.

Glad was the day I found out lines no longer needed to be straight.
Everything ceased to exist and negativity perished in the sights of new hope.

Anger and repressed emotions died to self love and forgiveness.
Doubt and fears of failure and lack were driven out by faith.

All of the old vanished from memory and I could only see the present.



7/28/14