I fear that if I don’t go to bed before midnight, I might become a pumpkin
I worry only about change I cannot change
Anxious for nothing, I ponder the reasons I fall to deep emotion
Balance is sometimes hard to attain
The cliff of same before me, something sacred this way comes
Freedom from the ashes of the past
Beginning again each day the death of me in pursuit of the life I seek to live
Wrap me up sweet comforter; I need your arms tonight.
4 thoughts on “Pumpkin”
Love the line “I worry only about change I cannot change”
I sometimes hate the feeling of not being in control but I remind myself that it’s usually the best place I can be. Usually something good always follows change. Glad you enjoyed it! 🙂
My favorite: “something sacred this way comes…”
Happy to discover your blog! 🙂
That line has been repeating itself in my head ALL week! Thanks for reading. God Bless!