Change

I fell

And brushed off the dust to feel well.

I was injured

And that's when I conjured

Magic from within

To help me win.

I lied

And cried

And fried

My opportunities,

Lost my immunities,

Did not fulfill my duties.

And so I was beaten down,

And frowned upon.

I decided to change me

So that I would set myself free

From the guilt

And so that I would be able to protect everything that I have built.

Transitions are hard

But we need to discard

The initial difficulties

In order to unleash the possibilities.

There is no room for motivation,
No scope for admiration
Or appreciation.

What is not enough is self-preservation,

What we need is dedication,

Need to use my imagination
And my concentration

To make this transformation.

Everyone here thinks they are the Pope

But I should not lose hope.

I will find a way

To make hay

While the sun shines

Because although these are difficult times
They are not as difficult as they could be
And there is still some spark left in me.