Change Can be a B*tch

A truck from nowhere
throwing you in a ditch
waking up
bruised and bloody
how do I cope
with this new me?
I liked the old me
self centered
recrimination free
how do I shut out the guilt that was?
as walls of narcissism crumble
I start weeping,
for no apparent reason
The fetal position of my soul
cries out
until my heart grows
falling through an open door
finding power
in me
Written by APissPoorShaman (Ryszard)
Published | Edited 30th Mar 2024
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