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Change?...

Contributed by kareless on Monday, 6th June 2005 @ 01:26:51 AM in AEST
Topic: selfstruggles

Times change much too fast.
Is it better that some things don't last?

If so, how will we know if it is real?
When will we know it is safe to invest ourselves, and really feel?

I fear times progression, as it taps upon my window too often unexpected and uninvited.
I anticipate change to bring me much depression, and its' constant pester, leaves me unexcited.

Do I feel too much?
Verbose in words, as sensitive to touch?

Changes pace has kept me on my toes.
Is there a door I have forgotten to close?

How do I trust, the one thing that brings the news of suddenness & hurt & yet the one thing so consistent to its word.

If this thing opened many doors of good,
Why do I not feel as happy as I should?

I often feel as if change drags me down a hall of exact fitting frames,
Which bears a hard wooden object that demands I must choose, or so it claims.

Then I am told I cannot know what lies beyond each object, but a path I must pick.
If change is what it is, how can I trust it, and not have just fallen for some trick?

It sends a message & tells me it's time to go once again.
Will this time it take me to a place where it will end?

Is it taking all control & leaving me with none?
Will I ever be able to declare the ground firm? And will the last door I'm allowed to choose be opened and be the fresh smelling flowery field where I may throw off my shoes, rip off my socks & forever blissfully run??

Copyright © kareless ... [ 2005-06-06 01:26:51]
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Re: Change?... (User Rating: 1 )
by vibes2go on Monday, 6th June 2005 @ 01:16:05 PM AEST
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I really liked this; because I can relate. I had to move around a lot also and my grandchildren are finding themselves in the same situation .. no grounding .. it's really hard. I don't know how I survived .. but I did and they are too .. one getting almost all A-s ... like flowers sprouting through cement .. great write.

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