Transition

Transition is

A wall of fire that you must walk through

And a cool ocean that takes away your fears

It is a trusted friend that you can talk to

And an old love you haven't seen for years


It is a tornado that swirls in my mind

And the grounded nature of an old oak tree

It is wishing for an awakening earlier in time

Yet understanding that is the nature of things


Transition is

A bedroom window left open in a hail storm

And sticky crumbs on the bed

It is inconvenient and necessary

With all hope placed at its end

It is learning to love yourself fully

And forgiving those who did you harm

It is knowing the power you hold within

And letting go of what is gone

Transition is becoming

Through the necessary death of that which no longer serves us.



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