The ShiftA Poem by YM23Adapting through change when your mind and soul rejects itTo feel every shift, Every change sends shivers down my body Each milidegree variation ripples violently through me Shaking my core, as if hanging on a cliff Everytime my body replays the shift It reproduces the changes It feels them repeatedly until my body finally adapts
to it Only, tiny shifts occur every second, When my heart must fit a new mold When it must break to fit new spaces Never letting it settle For every change, Every vibe, Requires it to renew itself While keeping the cracks fresh, Preparing for the next shift YM © 2015 YM23Reviews
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StatsAuthorYM23AboutWriting is a mean to communicate, it's an art to describe what we see and feel. In my work, I try to be as accurate and precise to paint a vivid image of my thoughts. more..Writing
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