Tempest of Change…

Amidst the shifting sands of time, change unfurls its enigmatic dance… At first, its steps may seem uncertain, a waltz of shadows across the soul… A hesitant embrace of the unknown, a tango with the unfamiliar…

Yet, as moments melt into hours, and days flow into nights, change reveals its hidden grace… It whispers secrets of growth, of evolution, of the strength that lies dormant within…

Each twist and turn, a brushstroke on the canvas of existence, painting a portrait of resilience… Each challenge, a sculptor’s chisel, shaping us into forms more magnificent than we dared imagine…

In the heart of change’s tempest, we find our truest selves, raw and vulnerable, yet beautifully reborn… Like a phoenix rising from the ashes, we emerge, stronger, wiser, and ready to face the world anew…

For in the tapestry of transformation, we discover the threads of our own potential… Each stitch, a testament to our capacity to adapt, to grow, to become… And as we dance with change, we find that it leads us not to endings, but to beginnings…

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9 thoughts on “Tempest of Change…

  1. It is as we change that we see who we are. That raw exposure in the middle of the transformation that is seen for a momentary glimpse.

    Great piece of poetry Christina. Very thought inducing.

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