My Poems are Blooming

Yesterday I was a duckling, waiting to fly
Not a care in the world, sometimes I’d cry
Yesterday I was advised, convinced, taught
I waited to advise, order, and being told not
Yesterday I was familiar with sights and sound
I feared change of not having them around
Yesterday I was dependent, had to contain
I dreamed of being unchained, simple and plain

Yesterday I had dear friends, loves, and tribe
I yearned to lose some, keep some in the ride
Yesterday I was happy, I was sad, I was hopeful
I was distraught, I was helpless, ready to rule
Yesterday I wanted something, I expected few
I predicted a lot and I feared many things new
The day I was waiting yearning, hoping is today
Predicting, fearing, dreaming yesterday is today
Beyond imagination, predictions, expectations
Today is unique making them vivid evocations
I miss yesterday, I hate yesterday, I want yesterday
I write a poem wrapping all emotions about yesterday
Today is here, yesterday is gone, tomorrow is looming
I am a poet, wrapping all emotions my poems are blooming