Transforming from, Transforming to. . .
The miracle of becoming YOU.
Hope, you sit outside looking at me
Peering as if shyly through lashes
Not wanting me to know that you see
Looking back out the window at thee
Hope, there you are again so pretty
Shining, twirling and spinning around
Never do you show any pity
Crashing, spiraling down to the ground
Hope, why must you always come right back
Staring at me, I know you are there
I feel you, my heart wants to attack
Waiting for that fissure again here
Hope, I want to hate you, send you away
You snicker and come closer to me
The window to my soul has your sway
Ripping me to shreds again today?
Hope, so relentless and sweet, shall it be all mine?
With a mixture of bated breath and fear I wait
Each time I hear that one indeed it is divine
My heart sits suspended, while you decide its fate
Hope, how long do you think this time I have to wait?
Found this interesting, considering I am Autistic with Severe OCD and tend to want to clean and micro organize (understatement of the year).
Living with other people who are the complete POLAR OPPOSITES!!!!!!ARGHHHHH….
But, patience is a virtue right? Le sigh…
5 Things People with Tidy Homes Don’t Do