Change

There are days when I wish my heart be as content as they presume it to be.

I do not call myself a complex person. Nor do I look like one

I do not possess what others don’t. Nor do I promise to

I stutter and forget. I mutter and regret

My words have meaning but to my very self

My hidden thoughts aren’t as polished as they appear

Yet they are mine

Untouched.

Untampered with.

Change, change, change

Is that what I need?

Must I repair the roots, Or must I pull them out?

I no longer look in the mirror

For the shadows of the past haunt the sacks under my blank eyes.

Change, change, change

Is that what they’re calling for?

Is that right?

Change, change, change

“Make up your mind

The time has come

You will be judged”

Change, change, change

I will

I will not

 

Reviews

[SLOVA]

Poems of this sort are some of my favorites. There is a certain honesty that can sometimes only be expressed through poetry and I think you executed it wonderfully. The most honest line of this poem is, "I do not possess what others don't. Nor do I promise to". That's something very difficult to come to terms to for some, so to see it in poetry is a pleasant surprise and gives the reader a sense of familiarity and kinship.

Well done.
SLOVA

[Beissan]

Thank you for your lovely review! I completely agree. I like expressing these thoughts through curt words that display them honestly and directly without any twists and turns. Poems are truly a gateway to self honesty...