Change
I hate it
Can't stand it
I can't see what's coming next
It's a mystery for me to worry and think about
To overthink and overcomplicate
It's scary
Like the wild tides of the ocean
Black holes in space
Never knowing what's behind them
What happens when we enter one
Entering a unfamiliar place
Uncomfortable and terrifying
I feel small and weak
On high alert and flinching at every creek and squeak
Hands shake and I lose focus
Not being able to hear what's around me for my mind is yelling
Although it's scary
Change happens everyday
And it needs to happen to continue a story without it getting boring
One day I'll overcome this fear
But this day is not today
So I'll sit and wait for the day that finally arrives
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My Poetry
PoesíaMost of this is sad, any TW will be at the start of them I'm a 17 y/o just wanting to share some of my poetry with people other than my friends :] (Also feel free to comment any tips and how I could improve on my writing!)
