I Mark the eye of development left to dry seeing the lie
of a previous year's goodbyes. .
I write the rights of the wrongs meant to bring light upon the situations I cannot fight. .
I deny the mistakes labeling my life as potential access grants to belie w/ achievements denied. .
Changes promised the day before a new year,
agreeing to begin a new chapter, but initiating the start returns fear.
Right here, right now, this is page one, let it all begin.
No "promises of change", but Dedication.
I'm dedicated to being a better being.
notarizing the changes you'll be seeing.
Promise that starts the arts of my maturing heart.
Speaking from deep within no longer does my surroundings provoke my aggression.
Thus forth I begin to take note of my progressions.
My Official last first step. The last' Last chance and last try of change.
Page one, phase one, I've been given a life. Only One.
Starting here, no looking back. No time to hear the voice of fear.
This is Page One.
-- Thank You
♥ K.Nichole __ .