Crawling letters spatter across my phone,
Recording the depths of my wavering moods,
Paper and pen used to do that once but times have changed!
And so have changed my feelings of love,
And the sense of hatred and justice,
So easily stirred once now stays dormant and quiet!
But other feelings so profound, my guilt and fears,
At every step, I question now if I am doing my best,
To nurture and care and create a safe world!
I chuckle at times how little emotions drove me mad,
Once when I was young that I choose to royally ignore now,
And my soul more precious to me than my face!
Or the faces of the people around and the ones I meet,
I try to see if they will hurt or nourish my growing soul,
For now, I have no time for foolish trickeries!