Day Thirty: The Meaning of Change

The Meaning of Change

Change comes like a thief in the night,
snatching your dreams and making you watch as they dissolve before your eyes.
Piece by piece it all falls apart as the clock scolds you harshly,
tick tock, tick tock, tick tock.

Watch as the minute hand moves ever so slowly
but ever so quickly.
Watch and soon the minutes will turn to hours;
the hours will turn to days and the days will turn to weeks
and the weeks to years
and why are you still sitting here?

Change unfolds all around as time moves on
and as your tears fall
and as your mouth smiles
and as your eyes close
and as your body grows old
and as the days turn cold.

When change comes and grabs you by the hand
will you follow with a courageous smile
or will it drag you as you mope?
Will you whisper
“bring it on”
or will you cry
“let me go?”

And when the change comes and goes,
I bet you’ll turn around and look back
and you’ll realize something:

For if that had not happened,
what would you have lost instead?


Author: Savannah

dreamer. wordcrafter. child of the King.

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