I AM Fickle.
One day I love me
The next day I don’t.
“Me” doesn’t change much
In 24 hours.
It’s my attitude,
Perception,
Hormones.
My mind.
They change.
Fickle.
Some days I see my
Sparkle.
Some days I don’t.
My sparkle doesn’t dull,
Diminish,
Extinguish.
It’s my perception.
I see differently,
Judge harshly,
Criticize freely.
Some days.
I AM fickle.
It’s a quirk,
A wrinkle,
A fact
A flaw.
Still.
I AM Fabulous.
I AM.
With thanks to “Three Word Wednesday” for inspiration.
Well Kim, you have done it again! This time you have captured the world of
W O M A N !!!
It is a universal reality that you have hit upon…not just a personal one. We are the creatures of fickle feelings/and we never really know why!