The Moment to Be.

By: Tatianna Wilkins

I'm like the changing seasons,

vacillating between the hot of spring and cold of winter.

I'm like a flower waiting to sprout, from the surface of my doubts

I'm like a blue sky, mixed with storm clouds, crying, releasing the stress that they've been carrying.

Now the sun shines, but through the window pane

Do I choose to fly or chase the wind?

Where are the birds going?

I want to meet them there...

I filled with desires, like a well

I know the first step, could take me to my end.

Is this my moment to Be?

This poem for me, is about the uncertainties I have in times of change

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