The Next Move

Written when I was, 21, not knowing how to be my true self. Something I still struggle with at age 55.

The Next Move

 

My spirit is free

My hands are tied

So why do I laugh

while crying inside?

 

The supressed has surfaced

I can no longer hide

that which for so long

I've just put aside.

 

There is a new life for me

waiting outside

This box I create

to hide my true side.

 

No longer to tarry

no time to delay

Today

Will determine my future

and with that I can't play.