This time last year
the feeling of loss sunk in
Change rampaged through the halls
and the word forever was uncertain.
I didn’t know if I was ready yet.
To grapple with the word change is a daunting fight.
But still, I fought.
The word change was charming to them.
I couldn’t hear a thing.
I was losing and fast.
The word forever was fading away.
Suddenly, in the heat of combat, I looked over and saw another fighter: adaptation
I look into adaptation, and see the present day: May
I see my friends.
My friends from the year before.
I see myself, laughing with them
We are happy, even with changes’ victory
And I realize I shouldn’t have been fighting with the word change at all
Change and adaptation merge, and create one word: acceptance
I have always been prepared to handle change
because the important things in life stay constant
They don’t run away just because of new charm
They stay with you in spite of the charms
And the word change is eventually another memory
