Another addition for Olde Poetry Monday, this one circa 2009. Please enjoy.
I don’t get why people tell me, “never change.”
If I stayed the same, my biggest dream
would still be to sprout wings and fly away.
It’s cute when you’re five,
but I don’t think they have a major for that in college.
Experience is the heart of change,
and change is the center of growth.
So why do people remain locked up in their homes,
afraid to see what else is out there,
and see who they could become,
if they spread their wings?
I don’t get why people say, “you’ve changed,”
like they’re disgusted by it.
I find out all too often,
that those very people,
appalled by the thought of change,
are the ones who close their eyes,
cross their arms,
and never see beyond the ends of their noses.
Just because I changed,
does not mean I will forget.
Sometimes, I look up at the sky,
reach one hand toward it,
and remember exactly how it was,
when my biggest dream was to fly.
Frostwritten 