The Me You See

Poem about change

The Me You See

I cried buckets of tears
Three days past
It was a handful I cried
Night before last
Last evenings tears came
Last evenings tears went
Today's tears are dry
Pain and sorrow spent
I've opened my eyes
Tomorrow's a brighter day...new
I've learned to trust again
Soul soon to follow suit
If you see me walking down the street
Don't bother to say hello
Because the me you see is just a shell
Of the me you used to know.

SD Dodge
9/15/16