Sifting through some of my saved writing and I stumbled across this piece. I was enrolled in a writing class and this piece was my response to the assigned prompt.
I write often about change, but this little gem is probably one of my favorites as it serves up the subject of change in its’ many shapes and forms. I hope you enjoy it and can relate in some way or another.
Change can come in
like a rug being yanked out
from beneath your firmly planted feet
sending you twisting and tumbling down
a long descent of stairs
When you come to rest
Will you lie there lifeless? Defeated?
Or will you spring to your feet
bounding up each step as if it were your first
marveling at the journey
refreshed by the beauty
of new choices?
Change can happen
so slowly and stealthily
nearly undetectable as it inches in
creeping up on you and swallowing you whole
before you realize nothing is the same
When you discover yourself
in a new landscape or mindset
will you kick and scream?
Will you close your eyes to it all?
The walls you built up seemed so strong
will they now crumble?
Or will you perch high a-top the walls of change
Embrace the vantage point