Change but don't change
A Poem (Only A Little Bit) About Autumn
Inspired by a changing-of-seasons type prompt in my monthly writing group, this poem also captures the uncomfortable and inconvenient uprooting happening in my life right now, along with a small, and noteworthy, jab at “good girl” culture.
Change but don’t change
The change will never change Sway, rock, tumble Resistance I learn from the weeds But they teach me mostly to succumb Plucked But my roots hold Celebrate my strength And tell me good girl Swoon Dance to my golden light But then pulled I uproot Cry But no water for tears Only salt seeps From the ducts That shed Only my fear Because I will not show my sadness Scold Me As I Dry And Wither Blown hither Grown weak Prone, primed, sublimely mine Pleading to be changed But never changed Always the same Called a different name Like wax and wane
Need more poetry in your life? Read more here!
MEET ME IN THE COMMENTS!
What’s your favorite line of the poem? Why do you resonate with it, or, what about it do you like?
DIG THIS POST?
Hit that heart button to let me know you like it *and* share it with a friend! Forward the email, text a link, post it on your socials✨