My life is changing
like the four seasons,
though without any reason —
I find myself scared of it.
Change, it’s a horrifying but beautiful thing.
Like in the early mornings of spring,
the birds begin to sing,
but soon enough they leave,
taking their song with the warm breeze.
I wish for things to stay the same,
but I know everything is always evolving,
like the stars above.
Losing someone you love,
hollows out a part of you.
One day, you have them,
and the next,
you’ll never see them again.
The realization stings,
worse than the sun's engulfing hug.
When the chaos of the day
gets washed away
and the serenity of night descends,
I begin to wonder, as the stars ascend.
Trying to put puzzle pieces together
When only the stars shine,
the winds’ whispered rhyme-
echos across the land.
As the sea longs for the moon.
The magnetic pull-
Weaves their fates together.
Intertwining them for eternity.
Comments
The only constant in life is change: I have to remind myself of that nearly every day. But sometimes -- sometimes! -- it is a great comfort. With sort of with the same meaning as, This too shall pass, I suppose (I'm full of cliches today). So when you say it is both horrifying and beautiful, I think that's exactly the way to put it. Likening your life changes to the ephemeral quality of the seasons (joy in the form of birdsong, joy taking its leave) is sage.
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