In the darkness of my freedom
I tumble headlong into pain,
tripping myself up with every step
on this rugged path of life.
Grasping at every possibility,
blending into every situation.
Thorns of the past scraping, chewing
and bloodying my tender ankles.
Lessons I should've learned
hardly serve as reminders
to the rebel that I am,
for my head is hard and my heart soft.
As in my past, I yearn for fulfillment.
But my potential is lost to the men
that disappear from my life
like a cloud hauling ass on a gust of wind.
To every cloud that blows out of my life, I give thanks.
The benefit to me is another lesson learned
and a change in the path that I follow.
Change is good!