Where I turn...

Turning Point,
Sometimes the brewing,
Steeping, motionless,
Boiling point,
When all that can be withstood,
No longer feels worth burying or carrying forward.
So it becomes, 
IMPERATIVE, 
To climb out of this slum like,
Comfortable, predictability, 
Grind, that feels no longer fulfilling,
To flip it, redirect, change, reconstruct,
To deconstruct, 
To give something more,
From this whirl,
This very tailspin. 
Change of choice,
Change of action, 
Change of direction,
Change of scenery,
Change of angles,
Imploding/exploding within me.
This, I need to get out of here,
Movement pleading to be listened to and honored,
So without explanations,
I lean into this fevering dip of a curve,
Changing the timeline of me,
Re-routing the becoming of me,
Letting it all come undone,
Crumble, fall, realign as it always will
And can do, because who I just was,
Holds no place, to the transition here,
Unleashes all for the in process,
Becoming now, leads to my every
Tomorrow, to get, live, invigorating
All of me senses and all,
Back into alive & awake mode…
Doing it,
Following my own pace,
Space, rhythm.
Loving the releases,
For each piece, part,
Is for me, by me,
Not blending with the masses,
I set my own course,
I am and will always be,
Of my own construct,
Present and accounted for,
Thoroughly through,
From within,
Sometimes going without,
Figuring what I want to do,
Now, and as each arrives,
Turning Points,
We can have in single
Millisecond, the moment
We choose, activates and attracts,
Immediately, the steps all come together,
Change is how I make all
Cultivated, possible…
No explanations,
No excuses,
No reasons,
Just doing my own thing,
Turning around now…
Melissa Palmer © Evolving Mirror
Let yourself change,
At a moments notice,
Always love and honor,
You, yourself, and let that,
Always and forever, Be ENOUGH!
(Unmentionable, where I am and want to go, I don't have to explain it,
and I don't have to tell ya.)