CHANGE

There's something new, 

something different going on here. 

And it's confusing, 

yet  I'm compelled to 

let myself experience it. 

What's this? 

You're proving me wrong. 

Finally, after all this time 

waiting, 

nearly hopeless, 

fearing I was right 

and nothing would ever change. 

I've tasted something new on my tongue, 

now the taste 

of stale crackers 

will no longer do. 

The lines of this picture are appearing, 

I can't wait until it's full of color 

and able to tell a beautiful story. 

You don't know 

what you've done 

by changing this dynamic 

and delivering me from madness. 

Now please, 

don't let me down. 

I wonder, 

is it like putting a noose 

around your neck? 

Being the one 

to make the difference? 

You cannot falter in your step,

for if you fall, 

you will hang. 

Well, I can help. 

I promise to try my hardest 

to not be the one 

to grace you with such a noose. 

On a pedestal, 

you shall not stand. 

For after all, 

we are both equally imperfect. 

Is that not true?

I feel like the noose

is around my neck instead.

By changing everything,

you've set up my hopes up higher.

The fall will be longer,
the impact harder.

The damage done

will be far greater

than ever before

when my hope

crashes into the ground

again.