When I wasn't looking

1 year, 8 months By Allyson

In: Poetry
Trying to find the words
capable of my description
because I've metamorphosed
into a woman when I wasn't looking.

But I can't help but ask the question
why do I still cry like a frightened child
when I'm defeated?
And the only answers coming are because

the stakes are so high.

When I was young, my consequences
were few, just like the risks.
But now, I've matured and the
games I play effect more
than just me.

With so much to lose, my choices
are heavy and hesitantly made.

And it perplexes me that in 5 years time
my hind sight will be crystal clear,
but the ability to change the effect
will possibly be too late.

So I'm up at night
when the moon is brilliant and the sky, black,
pleading, with tears in my eyes

God, give me wisdom...

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