Change is necessary.
Right?

Change is a good thing?
Right?

Change is
Scary and confusing.

Change scares the hell out of me.
Change leaves me in a state of frustration.

Change can heal the soul and tear it apart.
Leaving little pieces scattered about.

But I must think of little caterpillars that turn into beautiful butterflies.

Change is necessary.

It bloomed like a bruise,
all the pain, hate built up,
but soon enough the colors sprouted out
and burst with
blues and greens and yellows and purples
and then slowly faded away...