Changes

Battered broken and brused.
Not giving up.
cant give up.
Too much in the few steps that i take forward,
not enough in the ones that i take back.
Changing things that matter,
letting go of the things that dont.
Flicker of fire, puff of smoke.
Twist of a cap,
gulp of poisen...
Next morning i cant remember what happend.
Sometimes i miss that me.
But most of the time i miss life.
So many different roads i can take,
But only one that i know i should take.
Its not just my life anymore.
theres one inside me, and i know he will be the one who
cures cancer or becomes a president.
These few steps i take forward set up the foundation for his life.
Ready for whatever comes my way but strugling.
Its not about me,
Its about him.