Change

Where is it that "where" loses its need to define itself?
I searched for heaven and was thrown down
I fell into the underworld and was spat back up
As If I was actually meant to be here
Sharing this realm with others
Holding space
Letting go of my ideas of waste
And running this awfully mysterious race
When the tears come
I've lost my will to fight them
When my fears arise
I've lost my will to believe in them
Could this be love?
Could this be the "where" I so desperately sought?
The trees testify against my pride
The ocean speaks of unknown depths that only stretch my mind
As if change and the unknown made a covenant
To forever break my grasp on something
I should be grateful
Shouldn't I?