It is something wrought with worry
how my eyes turn at its roaring head
I don’t want to embrace it’s simmering touch
for I am afraid of what lies ahead
In dreams, I wish for its calming wave
but the reality makes me cringe
I cannot stop the inevitable push
and then I realize nothing in life has ever stopped
or been still
change flowing from one scene to the next
a play-write of time with no cause or rhyme
with little cares to the sudden death of a character
but as someone somewhere said once
the only constant is change
Liyona is an “average joe” kind of writer who likes to think about ordinary things and then write them down. Ever since she can remember, she has been rhyming words and creating lyric poems. During her college years, she took a more serious bent toward writing and started to post on her blog (The Life and Times of a Quirky Character.) Currently, she resides on the East Coast of the United States just north of the country’s capital. Photo by Paul Skorupskas on Unsplash.
Great piece, Liyona, and so true the only constant is change.
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Thank you!
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Really like the feel of this…
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Thank you!!
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I felt like the theme of change felt very applicable to the now!
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