You Won't Stop Changing.

Things have changed too soon for me today.

I can say my heart is on the ground beneath your shoes,

But in the words I’ll try to find I believe I should say

That maybe the new color to this picture

Simply makes it different,

And changing for me now and today and for tomorrow will

Not be as easy and donning a new mask

 

Now the change shall

Begin against the red of my shoes

And creep up my neck

To whisper a new love song in my doubtful ear

But as the story shall tell,

The character does not handle the difference

Of everything new and bright and good

Like she used to handle those musical notes and paint brushes.

 

She’ll steal into the night

And find the world

A little bit colder,

She’ll run from black shadows

Nipping at the curves of her elegant ankles

And be encountered, fleetingly, with the possibility

Of accepting the darkness.

 

She will run until blood

Falls like her tears and redefines

Her body and her mind

She’ll only then turn a smirk upon

Her follower and hold her chin high

As things begin to change.

 

She’ll scream

Her gasp lost against the backdrop of the yells

Of the burning.

 

But, as the cycle continues,

The world is simply different.

She has not been beaten by adverse words or curved fists.

 

She was not running from evil.

She was running from darkness.

And with heavy breath she came to know

That darkness was only the absence of light

Not the absence of good or a lack of heart.

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Emily Rae]

you really captured some interesting dimensions of "changing"