“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
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My my! Praying for you Dear. ?
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.