The Rhythmic Dance of Change

The universal journey of change held firmly by the infinity ocean of life never falters. The multiplicity of possibilities and do-overs drone on and on been there, done that, just give me the damn t-shirt.

And so goes the tug-and-pull or give-and-take of the circular chaos of change.

My mind, silenced into the darkness of the briny deep’s uncertainty, held hostage trapped in the sea knave’s den. I must wait for the all-clear to resume living and being.

And so goes the tug-and-pull or give-and-take of the unyielding life of change.

No denying the harsh lessons tattooed by the crashing waves, my continued existence held in the palm of the outreached hands of persistence, my weaknesses come to be my strengths.

And so goes the tug-and-pull or give-and-take of the predicted world of change.

A glinting beacon of light breaks through the thinking surface and goads me into action. I bring back my resolve with the punch of my fist and push off toward the surface rising, gasping for air – lost as the sites unfamiliar deceive my hope and confuse my soul.

And so goes the tug-and-pull or give-and-take of the unsteady turmoil of change.

Treading the ocean’s heartstrings, imagining a better future. No longer contained or constrained, a convert emerges. I stretch out my arms and embrace the new world order.

And so goes the tug-and-pull or give-and-take of the rhythmic dance of change.