We’ve come to a turning point,
A place where we are made to move on
From where we are now.
A wonderful new opportunity,
To grow, to evolve,
From whatever it is we now are.
And yet,
I wish we didn’t have to leave this place.
I wish we could stay here and live,
Like we have lived for so long.
That whatever change is approaching,
Is but a dream I am dreaming.
Because here, time exists at a standstill;
Not ever really moving or changing.
Here is a place draped in feelings,
And with memories existing in
Every scent, every corner, every glance.
Because of these that have always been,
I am able to recreate my
Most recent years and thoughts.
To make myself feel the same as I once did,
As I sat in the same place I do now,
Giving the unhealthy illusion no time has really passed at all.
I am trapped inside an asylum of mind,
And no matter how much I focus on making new,
Old memories lurk against every wall,
And are attempting to be relived,
Because here, nothing is ever different,
Here, nothing is moved.
Here, I am able to remain that little girl I once was,
In love with the idea that nothing ever has to change.
And that is exactly why,
In these moments passing,
And in the future to come,
Nothing can be allowed to remain the same.
Copyright © 2014
by Atirah Jewel
Lil' Red Writing Hood 