She's trying to get back to her old self

She pulled out her sketchpad today

Started drawing again instead of leaving it to collect dust on the shelf

Finally turned on her keyboard and started to play

She turned off that sad music

Pulled herself out of bed

Played some happiness and danced to it

Today she wasn't going to be blue, she was red

She was done with tears and sorrows

Tired of wasting her days

Her yesterdays a mirror of tomorrows

She had no more time to waste

It was time to move on

Time to let go


Originally posted on my blog, Rithimus Poeta. (rithimuspoeta.blogspot.com)

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