Hey Readers!
Well, summer is whispering 'goodbye,' and I wanted to focus on my favorite topic during this time: change. What 'change' is for you is different for someone else. I have written on this particular subject many times within my works, but it is one that's good to remind ourselves (even me!) of when we need it the most. Within this week's poem, I focus on inner change and how this can affect our perspective. I hope that this piece gives you a sense of accomplishment on what you can control for yourself. May positive change find you in this seasonal transition!
There's a sense of change
Not like the weather from warm to cold
Not like the rain that waters the flowers,
One bloom left within them
It is a change that happens within
There is a sense of something
It is hard to describe
And, some days,
Even harder to maintain
But it was change
She was molding into something more
A sense of transformation
That she could be proud of
It wasn't for anyone to understand
In life, she knew
That there were points of recognition
That there was more to learn
So, she saw within herself
A world of optimal shift
A choice to go with it or against it
Then, she remembers the time
She fiercely fought against having anything different
It scared her
She seemed panicked at the idea
Reclined to solitude in her reluctance
This time, it was not the same as before
She wouldn't make it like before
Fighting for wholeness in herself
Was worth more than a thousand autumns
And the longest winter
A magic inside of her being swirled
In tactile tendrils, making the warmness appear
In her cheeks
In her skin
In herself
Many times before, it seemed impossible
She took on more than what she could manage
And in that, she doused her own flame
But like the leaves in autumn's shining moment away from summer
She prevailed in all of her vivid colors
No one could tell her when or how
She knew
Then, whispered, like the changing seasons,
"And I shifted."