Is change always for the better? What if your gut tells you to avoid it? |
Poetry has never been a strong point for me. This came to me while driving home from work while going through a troubling time in my life. Embracing Change Darkness envelops me, acting as a security blanket. I see an orb of light on the edge of my vision. I head towards it but stop. It's comfortable here, familiar, I tell myself. Why do I want to change that for an unknown? The orb comes closer. It feels wonderful, splashing light and warmth on my face. I bask in the feeling of the love it is directing towards me. I reach for it and hesitate yet again. What if it's like the other orbs I've encountered in this place? Feels good at first but eventually begins to burn. NO, I tell myself, this one is different. Softer, not as harsh, this one has to be it, has to be why I was placed here. I try to grab it but its light weakens. Panic washes over me as I lunge for it. But it fizzles just as I get to it. The light at the end of my tunnel has burnt out. Leaving me with just the memory of how fantastic it felt. I feel hollow inside as the darkness begins to creep back in around me. Hollow and alone, once more. |