the only constant

The only constant, we fear.

Wrestling this beast as if we had a chance in victory. 
a battle to always pick. and to always lose.
No matter the circumstance,
there's always that fight.

Always the struggle between what was.

and what is coming.

Always the fear that what is ahead

might not be good *enough*

and yet...

Budding leaves.

always turn golden 

and drop 

for the sleepy winter season.

Time always continues.

***

This slice of turquoise hangs in between.
A dance between the past and the future. 

A pendulum of change.

***

Change courses through my veins this season.

I want.

I need.

I feel.

I crave it.

Change is just nearly in reach,

and yet I still feel

no movement.

Slow is the pendulum.

And I am impatient.

I can't help but claim this breastplate as armor,

armor for the next battle of change.

An amulet of protection.

Protecting me from the constant swing of it.

The constant wrestling with myself.

To fly...even when the weather changes.

even when the unknown is just that.

not known.

now THAT...

that is an art.

A breastplate of armor,

a shield.

a reminder.

nothing stays the same.

fixed, maybe.

but the same.

never.

C H A N G E.

The only constant.

In the Etsy shop today.