Change

Change can be terrifying

Disrupting everything held dear

Even bad habits that prove tiring

We hold them tight out of fear

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What if I hate this new thing?

What’s the new replacing the old?

What will this change really bring?

Old is warm, familiar; new is cold

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But what makes change so scary?

Change signals there’s an end

Much like a death in the family

We imagine they’re here, even if pretend

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But change also signals new life

New frontiers to explore

The caterpillar transforms into a butterfly

As one life ends, another grows

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Change is harder than routine

Yet all routines begin with change

A small step; letting the old go

‘Take small steps’, saith the sage

Copyright © Larisa McBean

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