every year, a new state.
every move, a new version of me.
by seven, the idea that i was temporary to everyone
was already engravened so deep into my soul
a feeling i still carry...
at every school, the lunch tables were full,
the best-friend spots already taken,
the invitations already sent.
i learned to fold myself small,
to slip into the background,
to become whatever each place needed
a chameleon pretending to belong.
but even in all that shifting,
the Lord stayed still.
when i felt replaceable,
He called me His.
when the world felt temporary,
He became my constant.
and in His eyes
i was never fleeting,
never a placeholder
always permanent.
Dec 10, 2025
Dec 10, 2025 at 12:23 PM UTC
every year, a new state.
every move, a new version of me.
by seven, the idea that i was temporary to everyone
was already engravened so deep into my soul
a feeling i still carry...
at every school, the lunch tables were full,
the best-friend spots already taken,
the invitations already sent.
i learned to fold myself small,
to slip into the background,
to become whatever each place needed
a chameleon pretending to belong.
but even in all that shifting,
the Lord stayed still.
when i felt replaceable,
He called me His.
when the world felt temporary,
He became my constant.
and in His eyes
i was never fleeting,
never a placeholder
always permanent.