Change

A poem on change- It deals with the trauma just as much as the before and after of a transformation

Change is beautiful

Nature shows us that very well

A colorful flying insect from a pale green one

Dying stars to a beautiful colorful mess

From vast nothing to everything

Grey gloomy sky turns into vast blueness

 

Either it’s too fast or too slow

But do we really know change?

Comparing only the before's and after’s

Doesn’t make us very good judges

Gazing at only the butterflies supernovas, blue sky

Never bothering to see the real change

 

The everyday of blood, sweat and tears

Failing and failing

Getting up and again

The trauma is unimaginable after a change

Problem is people can only look at beauty and not pain

Change is beautiful, or is it?

 

Author's Note

Please let me know what do you think of this poem, it will be very helpful. Negatives about this poem is ok too.