He might be everything she needs.
Yet, she doesn’t need anything at all.
He might be everything she wants.
Yet, she doesn’t want anything at all.
She feels the mountains rising,
and waters rushing.
As if all the Earth within her shifts.
Yet, she feels nothing at all.
Blurred in a fog.
She wants it.
She doesn’t.
Like a door in the wind,
She opens and closes.
It’s welcoming- come right in!
Yet, hesitant saying – No! let me be.
She can feel the importance of its presence.
Something grand is nearing, expanding.
She curls inward,
into the safety of the small.
Patiently awaiting.
Patiently breathing.
Some can call it fear.
She calls it change.