Things Change

February 9, 2019 at 10:45 pm (Poems) ()

Things change
Sometimes by imperceptible degrees,
sometimes by external stealth, change
leaps upon us so we cannot find
core strength, and topple.
Sometimes change brings light, taking us to a new place, beyond cloying comfort, thrilling us with cleansing alarm.
How ever brittle our reflections
the face of change remains unaltered:
challenging our resistance, creasing
our gentle flesh through smiles and tears.

I am your potential and you are mine, one orbiting the other, offering possibility.
And all the time, change watches, smug in the knowledge it will always snag the main role, no matter what our human dedication.

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