‘If it isn’t fun, it isn’t worth doing.’
Eight words. Eight words is all it took
to tell me everything I needed to hear.
Like the flick of a rubber band, sharp
against numbed senses and an idle mind.
I will force the hand that steadies
the poisoned pivot of this pendulum
I know it’s time to let it swing
find my equilibrium in the change.
So, put your toys back in your pram.
I never really wanted to play anyway,
just picked a dowdy guise from the dress up box.
Time to slip into something more comfortable
and move on to some place I can shine.
Written for Poetics over at dVerse Poets where today we are being invited to write about change…