Change is as fleeting as money,
Transient, only realised when it has faded away .
Like the warmth of dawn ,
Gone before it is fully felt,
Leaving a cold , empty chill.
Change is a thief of comfort,
A storm that scatters what we’ve built.
when I didn’t know how to use my feet,
When I had to be fed for me to eat,
Growth stole away that fragile peace.
The unknown is a scary place,
For now I cling to what i know,
I cling to what I want life to be.
Delusions the only means of survival,
Afraid of what could be or what will be.
I’m scared of change,
I’m scared to accept what is.
I can only carry in memory a positive thought,
The opposite of that positive leaves me trembling.
Sight i have, but living feels like I am blind
When what I am used to is gone,
busy, are my white eyes searching for the next step,
Looking for walls to lean on, to not fall.
Will i thrive in this storm?
or will i wither under its weight?
It’s a question I can never seem to answer.
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Questions unanswered. Well written this poem takes one inside the head of the author. Nicely done
This is a really good write. People fear what they don't understand and change can be exactly that. Thanks for posting this.
It’s a new unexpected place . It’s hard not to be afraid
Thank you soren, your comments always warm my heart
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