Changes.
I've discovered, I've realised,
It loves to make me feel surprised,
Whichever way it comes I've tried,
Change will come even if I've cried.
It makes me numb, makes me dizzy,
I can't help it, when I feel uneasy,
But don't be funny, don't be sissy,
Confront it head on, be brave missy.
I'm abandoning all my comfort zones,
It's inevitable, I feel it in my bones,
It brings new life, paints new dawns,
Prepare the path, I'll mow the lawns.
It serves to make me feel reborn,
Fresh new barley, fresh new corn,
For brand new clothes, I'll adorn,
My favourites before they're torn.
Changes are gifted to make me grow,
All wrapped up in a pretty little bow,
Proceed with caution, go with flow,
It's about to get real, hope you know.
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Poet's Note.
Thank you so so much for sticking with me this far. You guys are the best! Period.
And yes! If you've guessed (or not) this is my entry for WP Poetry September Challenge: Changes!
Wish me luck.
*Fingers crossed*
I had fun with this one. Mostly because I fear changes, and I made it so lighthearted here. I also tried to admire the beauty of changes, and intertwine it with my dislike for it.
Hope I've succeeded.
Laters, baby.
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