“I am changing!”
The affirmation gives me power. I square my shoulders and paint the future.
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…”
The accusation stays and you go. It weighs.
Things are different, but
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.
Separated, the words conflict.
Old news? Time to go?
I force my heart to tick.
©2018 Kristi Bridges
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.