Changing My Ways to New

Last year I may have been rude,

you could even say crude.

Looking back now as time has passed,

I cannot confess how much has changed so fast.

From what I do now,

to whom I became, 

I know learning through experience,

had brought me a new change all the same.

 

Back then I never knew what words had did, 

what it had done to people was no such kid.

I saw that I hurt people in many ways,

just thinking about it now gives my heart a teary blaze.

 

Seeing what I was doing,

I changed my ways to viewing,

others' personality, hobbies, and likenesses.

It helped me get through a dark part of my life,

where I did not have to think about the knife.

 

Last year had been so long ago,

I hadn't realized that I had let go,

and finally I recall what made me change my mind, 

to where I could pursue and be happy without being blind.

 

Blind for greed and power was not what I wanted, 

it was the addiction that took over and haunted.

Seeing my Aunt die in such a painful way,

showed me a life so gray.

It enabled me to see the light in the dark corner,

and not to stay a mourner.

 

This past year experience brightened my eyes,

it showed me that I had not need to have anymore cries,

but to instead live life to the fullest, 

without having to share the evil to the world.

 

This past year showed me that letting go would help me float,

in all the dreams that I could now use as an antidote.

This poem is about: 
Me
My community

Comments

MarKaveus

This is a very well spoken and powerful poem! 

MarKaveus

This is a very well spoken and powerful poem! 

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