Changes

by Rosemary Clarke

You cannot move, you have to stay
all the rest is bleak and grey.
You paint it up, you sand the doors
always knowing it isn't yours.
You cut the grass, spruce up the place,
for someone else to take your place.

You dare not love, you dare not feel
because you know it isn't real.
I'll never be happy, I'll never be free,
So life is really over for me.

My neighbour said 'Now don't lose heart’
and she is right, I'll make a start.
Paint the walls purple, doors in cream;
a lovely vibrant colour scheme.

Bleach the floors, the windows too
This place is really coming through!
Seems bigger now more room, more space
Yet nothings really left the place.

I've room to breathe and room to care
for the first time I feel 'I'm there'.
And all it took some paint, some soap
I've really acted quite the dope.
Believing all is bleak and then
with care, the place is alive again!

Copyright Rosemary Clarke