With Bad, Make Good

Slowly it all unravels quickly.

Heated, it is cooling at my fingertips.

I say Cheerio because I am Special, K.

I am a new me now that I am old

And being brave with my shy,

or smiling happy while I cry

is like living life until I die.

 

 

 

Go forwards even when you feel you’re spinning backwards.

5 comments on “With Bad, Make Good

  1. Such creativity in this poem. The way you express yourself and the metaphors and wording of your imagination is perfect. 🙂

    What inspired you to write this poem?

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