Change is a good thing. I've come to learn.
Without it, dreams can't be realized, fantasies become an escape, and the heart can only yearn.
Certainly change doesn't happen without pain.
For some, there is a feeling of losing, some expel anger, and very, very few ever see the gain.
A change can bring peace, freedom and a
chance to stand tall;
But it is hard to feel good when the ones
that you love and the walls that protected all start to fall.
So to what depth is it safe to set sail on a sea?
One day there'll be no wind and no waves to carry me -where will I be?
The cold seeps into my being
as I stand weeping on your grave.
The flowers that were once there
wilted: now long gone and forgotten by passersby. Soil still freshly turned
too late in the season for any grass to grow.
On the spot where the earth
took you as its own.
Turning to leave I catch a reflection of you;
same chin and mouth but different
because who I see is myself.
As you come in the wind to gently
wipe away my tears,
I'm reminded that a part of you lives on in me.
The jagged edges of your memory
don't tear my flesh as they once did.
Scars you left have faded slowly
like forgotten photographs in the attic.
Pain I once felt is scattered to the wind
like dust accumulated with time.
No longer do you haunt me in my sleep
where my nightmares have you in a starring role. Weakened and lost is the grip I once gave you on my life as I've driven your scattered remnants from my mind.
And from the ashes rises a phoenix
that becomes me.
The rock stands firm on the shoreline
as wave after wave pounds relentlessly against it.
As you once did to me
only to find that
like the rock I stand firm and you are washed out to sea with the tide.
It rained the day of your funeral. How appropriate, I thought
the weather matches my mood. I touched your hand
one final time as I said goodbye. Like the rain,
Your hand was cold and like the summer You were gone.