Milestones

It’s a song, it’s a poem, 

written in the look of my face 

It’s all the things that 

want to release from my brain,

 the picture I 

want to trace

The ideas I want to make, 

the motivation for change

because I can’t stay in the 

same place for too long

I get cabin fever, my 

rhymes get weaker 

on the tip of my tongue,

 I’m a brutal thinker 

 

A tangent speaker and 

Quotation repeater 

busting out of my skull 

are these notes I wish to put together, 

but the pieces fall apart 

too quickly to remember 

My attention span blows 

away as if it was soft like sand

Procrastination, my enemy,

gives me too many reasons to withhold my plans

and all of this might seem 

very difficult for someone else to understand,

Although I know I can 

make it on my own

Reflecting back on 

my successful milestones

I’m still learning to toss 

these rocks that have kept me down 

So that I can rise back up 

again and turn my life around

- Leah Rae