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“I am changing!”

The affirmation gives me power. I square my shoulders and paint the future.

“You’ve changed.”

The accusation is a brick. My stained glass shatters. Must have been ugly.

I stash paint and brick in my backpack.

Shoulders sag, but “It’s behind me now…”

…I say.

The accusation stays and you go. It weighs.

I know

Things are different, but

I’d thought

It was your year for struggle and my year for growth.

We’ve taken turns with both. I tried

To send daily smiles

To make up for the miles

Cassiopeia and Andromeda

Our universes expanding, I could still see us

Growing old together.

Growing. Old.

Separated, the words conflict.

Old news? Time to go?

I force my heart to tick.

©2018 Kristi Bridges



Michael Bridges
Michael Bridges

3 Responses

    1. Thank you. It’s just one of those things, I suppose. I’m generally okay, but I’m building some faith biceps, handing it back to God every time my mind wants to pick it up again.

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