Change can mean numerous things
Silver coins loose in my pocket
Who knows how many fingers
Have grazed across over the years.
A change in personality
“Do not ever change”
The words in my yearbook says…
“Stay the same as you are.”
Over a decade ago
My lips were sealed
All dialogue locked up
In the recesses of my mind.
Time has been a harsh Mistress.
As I grow, she becomes harder
My tongue is more apt to speak
Old friends wonder why I change.
Truly, I can’t tell you why
I’m more vocal with my thoughts
Time has taught me to cease
Cease what? Worrying so much…
Through the scorns and marks
I bare warily on my beating heart
I’ve become a bit more… not callous
No, not even stone hearted.
What have I become?
Just another face on this earth
No more and no less
While I’m here, I’ve made a choice.
Is it even fair to say I’ve changed?
As I disagree with you,
You insist that I have.
I’ve always felt these opinions.
Opinions can get people killed
Opinions can get people hurt
It’s not the opinion,
Rather, it’s when one opposes.
Change…. or is it simply
I’ve learned to be who I am?
No longer afraid to speak
When I defend someone who’s weak?
The silver coins in my pocket
Swish back and forth, my finger takes one.
The touch of many on my heart
Having a hand in what I’ve become.
© Susan Reed