Poem: On the Verge of Change

Weaving hope through my fingers
and hoping it will be enough
to shield through the storm.

Facing the unknown
with my head held high
though every reflex tells me to duck.

What will the future bring
now that things have been
irrevocably changed?

It won't be like before
but nothing ever
stays the same

This time I know 
I won't be so alone
we will face it together.

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