Changing Course

My boat was stuck and it was going in circles. I would tell my mind the places were new but my mind knew better. My sails grew weary of the same winds and I refused to see so I compensated by getting oars. These oars just made me more frustrated. I crashed into the beach and fell to the ground. My Cries for help seemed fruitless or so I thought.

The Winds of Change came quick and the storm that I thought would take me out picked me up. There in the winds I landed in a new place and what was familiar seemed pointless. I found the hope I was looking for and the opportunities lost to the same old winds. This is what change feels like and this what change is. The most fearful thing is standing still. I see questions now looking for answers; let change happen.