She has changed
In the months and the passings,
She has changed
Her heart fills slowly, as if snow accumulating in a flowerless, empty window box.
Colorful hues replaced with a soft shroud of white.
She has changed
Confidence has edged its muscle into her once timid space.
Fear rears its ugly head like shining eyes in a night sky. Visiting when least expected, and for a time strangling like binding twine.
She has changed
Days are long but vitalizing,
The evenings short and wreaking of trepidation.
Tick tock of the passing hours.
Happiness swings to confusion like the pendulum of the clock. Tick tock.
She has changed
Her strength soars as if on eagle’s wings, and her weakness of body, mind, and soul abounds.
She has changed
Fullness of life and energy with a sky lit with sunshine and puffed clouds.
Loneliness takes her to her knees.
Her vulnerability she wears as a badge,
Longing a part of her soul.
Her heart fills slowly, as if snow accumulating in a flowerless, empty window box. A heart full of change.
She has changed
Different but the same.
