Turning direction is hard 

Like grasping for straws you see a few 

What is old is now new

Came at a point in my life

A fork in the road you might say

When the old way of things wasn’t working 

Had to turn my world yellow instead of grey 

The old me would have  said 

Take the low road that’s the safe route 

luckily I put my hands over my ears 

Now I have no doubts

For kicking the habit 

was the right thing to do

I had a long life to live

Inside me I always knew

 when the old ways was kicked out

The cocoon did rumble  and stir

Sprouted Tiffany wings 

Watch me fly watch me whir

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Kimberly Green lives in Fort Smith, Arkansas and she is a veteran of the USAF with 21 years of service.  A widow of a 23 year army combat veteran who died from service connected injuries,   she has writing since a tender age but it was after the death of her husband that she started to write more on the topics of war, combat, war injuries and the Holocaust and it’s survivors.   She has been published 56 times most of them in a magazine called Veterans Voices but she has started to branch out because she really would like to see her Holocaust poems published.