From Despair to Fresh Air

Foot prints staggered, mentally deranged it’s my thoughts I’m trying to gather. I’ve said this time over, that part of me is over now I know me I’m no longer a stranger or in danger of falling back needless to say I handle that, the mishap I was confused and lonely looking in mirror like do you know me, head up to the clouds like what you trying to show me homie. It was once you and me I told you all my stories; poor me my mind lost and stormy weathered emotions stained my thoughts I got drunk on a heartache potion, the devotion had settled in my mind was muddled with the lies they disguised. I gave up my pride and began to reside on what felt good, I held on to the positive change in my mood.

-D. Edwards |