Change

Dread and anxiety flow within my veins.
Afraid for change in normal routines.
I reach out to grasp the past.
But I grab for nothing, space is empty.

Nothing stays the same in this world.
The world I am locked into.
The surroundings frighten me, what's on the other side?

It is the whole concept, which I am not used to.
The way you can only have so little time for special events.
The events which change your outlook,
On everything in life or death, forever.

So I take a deep breath and accept my term.
For fighting against the force does nothing.
For history repeats itself, budging into our lives.

HMM 3/9/97