I once heard someone say,
If you don't change you do not grow,
But I waved the thought away,
For who were they to think they know,
I'd always stay the same,
A heart that thrived within the cold,
And I had no desire to change,
At least that's what I had been told,
But deep within my mind,
A thought grew slowly, bit by bit,
Until I felt trapped within my skin,
For it no longer seemed to fit,
There's a whole world sitting out there,
Changing every single day,
That proves it's nothing to be scared of,
If you do it the right way,
For a day afraid to turn to night,
Will miss the silver moon,
And a flower that refuses to change,
Will never get to bloom,
I had thought I was a thorn bush,
Only good for snagging clothes,
But if you don't dare to change,
You'll never find out you're a rose.
~"Change" by Erin Hanson, thepoeticunderground
What a great poem, I love the end. And ha to the phone booth gremlin (or whatever that thing is inside, so cute!).
ReplyDeleteWay to make me slow down and be present with this poem and image, on such a crazy-busy day. Thanks, Cristy <3
ReplyDeleteThis is really lovely. Thank you so much for that.
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