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.