Life is full of it.
And now as I sit with my face dried with tears,
I realize that everything I ever saw happening will happen...
But in a different way.
In a way I never thought of and not at all how I had hoped.
This change will be for the best...
So why is it that I am crying?
I'm merely afraid of the past repeating itself,
And I'm afraid of the future.
But I shouldn't be.
Maybe this will bring us together,
If it's meant to be.
We'll see.
I'll call in a week.
Author notes
I never like my poems when they don't flow for everyone and rhyme...but I'm just having a trying night and wrote all that was on my mind. So it flows for me..and this is how I cope with change. Except it, embrace it, and look for the positive.
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