One, two, three, Then a change of scene
One, two, three,
Then a change of scene.
Falls were always so calm,
The winters comfortable.
Summers were warm,
But the spring was always a little unstable.
The only constant in my life has been change,
I've learned to love the unexpected.
I didn't mind when my life would rearrange,
When all our things would be collected.
I found comfort where I needed.
I found the people I could trust.
I found people that made my home completed,
People who helped me adjust.
One, two, three,
Then a change of scene.
The fall became dark.
The winters started to freeze over all.
This summer burnt on a mark,
But the spring was the worst of all.
Even the change was changing.
I was terrified of the unexpected.
My whole mindset was rearranging.
My thoughts had no way of being collected.
No matter how far I looked, comfort was nowhere to be seen.
The person I trusted the most was now untrustworthy.
I trusted him, he made me feel unclean,
He took my trusting ability.
One, two, three,
Then a change of scene.
The fall was long.
The winter was cold and rough.
The summer felt wrong,
But this time the spring couldn't come soon enough.
I needed the change;,
I wanted to get away from what i experienced;
I was ready for my life to rearrange;
I was ready for a place I was inexperienced.
Comfort still lacked.
No trust for any person.
Once I was back-stabbed.
My fear would only worsen.
One, two, three,
Then a change of scene.
Falls were starting to calm.
The winters no longer uncomfortable.
Summers seemed warm,
But the spring was starting to become stable.
This is the last move as a child,
This one will be better than the last.
I'm leaving the pain behind,
It'll finally be how it was in the past.
But for some reason I didn't feel as much comfort,
For some reason I couldn't trust.
My heart was barricaded, I built a fort.
I will always remember the actions unjust.
One, two, three,
Then a change of scene.
Copyright © Beaumont Faulkner | Year Posted 2024
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