Change

Some short, some long,

Some too deep, some too tender.

Some cause with deep pause,

Some drawn to silence,

And some to loud noises.

Stillness felt with chaos within oneself,

Some healing, gentle like morning sun,

Some burning, fierce as fire undone.

In between, a breath remains;

Pauses are too long to wait.

Some whisper secrets only hearts can hear,

Some roar like storms that draw us near.

Some drift like clouds in endless skies,

Some cut through time with piercing cries.

In every pause, the silence stays.