I try so hard to believe the words I write
But sometimes I admittingly fall short
And I am left deciding between knocking on Death’s doorstop
And reciting the mantra “change can be beautiful”
A few thousand, life altering, times.
Tonight I am a queen throwing a tantrum party with glossy eyes
And misty, tangible fears.
Tomorrow I will put on my favorite dress and lipshade
And sing a hopeful prayer.