Everything is changing.
A sunny sky changes to clouds.
The hot summer changes to chilly harvest.
The comfort of that sweater changes to the feeling of ants under skin.
Those bright colors of home change to faded wallpaper.
Mom changes from doting to strained.
And I am changing.
So rapidly it’s hard to keep up with the change.
Before the old me changes, I want to write again.
So please,
Before the chaos changes me.
Allow my pen to tell another story.
The story of before everything changed.
Changing
November 6, 2023
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