The Moment to Be.
Updated: Jul 17
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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