As my life turns, my soul longs to be beyond it:
Beyond hurt and rage
Bitterness and change
Frusteration and sorrow
lies...and worries of Tomorrow
As a new day arrives, my soul moves with colors:
Yellow and happiness
Red and embarassment
Blue and Rebuke
Colors that never tell the truth...
As the year turns over a new one arrives
I want to move beyond these changes and colors of character...how soon can this come about? ?
Calah Unknown
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/life-556/
