Accidents and transitions

Just something I wrote when I was worried I was losing something important

I felt this once before
The Sharp pain in my gut
As if I'd just been stabbed ...
with feelings.

I can't determine its meaning
It could be bad
Or it could be selfish
I'm sure soon it will be clear

Change is hard
I can't stand the flow that
Turns and shifts
The fabric of my reality

I grasp for something
Anything that makes sense
Something that enables me
To reassemble the substance
That surrounds my being

Putting it back together
Is far harder then forging it.
For as I have forged my destiny
I have also gotten lost in the
Complexity of its design

As I attempt to put it back
To the way it once was
I see now that it is far different
from its original state

Pieces that were once clear
Are now morphed and changed
In a way that seems unrecognizable
And I am left in a state of uncertainty

Is it bad?
Am I just having trouble
As the change comes?
As the fabric is reassembled
I am left trying to see
What the new picture shows

But the clearer it gets
The more I realize that
The thing I dreaded may be
closer than previously anticipated
And that scares me

What am I to do when
Those that were so close
Are now more invested
In others than they are in
The integrity of the whole.

I can only hope that
with the Changing tides
That they won't be swept away
To a place where I will never find them.

Author's Note

Just thoughts/if it's good/bad

Reviews

[William Liston]

I like the free-verse that you used in this. It really complimented the scattered thoughts in this poem. Nice work. I look forward to reading more from you.

-William Liston