norahs poems

Allow for time.

What is constant in this world of change?
What is being? What remains?
What is it that stays the same?

Allow for time.

I've got nothing I want to hide
No ounce of shame, no source of pride -
Just the way I feel inside:

Allow for time.

We grow, we learn, we change sometimes
Don't you get the urge to fly?
That is all that's on my mind

Allow for time.

I don't like the way you look at me
Riddled with a constancy
Praising but still breaking me

Allow for time.

I will too.