Newness (Original Poetry)

Fighting everything I see

Battling against pleasures

Other people push on me

Never knew it was really wrong

Guess I never really cared

To busy enjoying all the pleasures

Over here and over there

Nevertheless

I still felt empty

Like a glass, far from full

I felt like an old autumn leaf

Barely hanging to a tree

Getting beaten by the cold, cold wind

Then my life changed

I started to breathe again,

The newness started to take its shape

I stop worrying about what they were doing

And what they might have heard, thought, or said

Now, I’m living my life for someone else

I have a new focus, in front of me

I’m not worried about the repercussions…

No.

I’m not worried about any repercussions I may receive.

I only want to please one person

A dear, dear Friend of mine

Someone I think very highly of

‘Cause when I was that leaf

Barely hanging to that tree

He was the only one...

Willing to catch, me