Oct 2019
They say “you’ve changed”.
They try to use that wicked little phrase like sharp jabs, but there exists truth in those words.
Because today I am the moon and tomorrow I’ll be Mars. Next week I’ll be the radiant Sun and after that I will be a mountain by the sea and so on and so forth.
I learned, long ago, to stop being afraid of metamorphoses.
Because as challenging as changing may be, each change brings me freedom from who I was and closer to who I am constantly becoming.
They try to use that wicked little phrase like sharp jabs, but there exists truth in those words.
Because today I am the moon and tomorrow I’ll be Mars. Next week I’ll be the radiant Sun and after that I will be a mountain by the sea and so on and so forth.
I learned, long ago, to stop being afraid of metamorphoses.
Because as challenging as changing may be, each change brings me freedom from who I was and closer to who I am constantly becoming.
This poem was inspired by a visit back to my hometown, after a long time. And it comes from the standpoint of someone using the word change as an accusation as a negative accusation. The reality is that we are all always changing and that changing isn’t a bad thing.
