Change is scary when
it leaves me behind and makes me wonder
if something is wrong with the way things were-or even worse
if there is something wrong with
me.

Change is beautiful when
it invites me into a fresh gust of wind and
pulls me from a world that is stagnant into a land of
endless possibilities and
dreams.

Change was inevitable when
I took my first breath and found that
growing up means nothing stays the same;
this breaks my heart but brings me
hope.  

Change is proof of life
like when a seedling pushes through the ground to
tell the world it can grow
because it has
courage.