Embrace

Every change stings when it first arrives—

Leaving behind the rhythm of old lives.

Moving out, growing up, earning your due,

Each step reshapes the soul in you.

Life was never meant to stay the same,

Each fleeting moment plays a different game.

Time, the silent weaver, threads its art,

Stitching new colours into your heart.

And when you learn to embrace the flow,

A quiet strength begins to grow.

The hardest choices feel lighter to bear,

For acceptance softens the weight of care.

Maynna Pandey