I should change
the person that is me.
Fear trickles down my spine,
into a gooey substance
of deprecation and isolation.
Knotted promises
unravel through my lies
weaved into everyday discussion.
Sticky congregation
of those once known and those besought
crumble into fragments never to reassemble.
I change
the person that is me.
Fear becomes extinct.
A mammoth, now an elephant
of self-assurance and contentment.
Magnitudinal promises
assuredly kept. Regardless
the earthquakes in everyday discussion.
Fresh congregation
of those never once known
pull me with their latitudinal magnetism.
***
After some time
contention and assurance dissipate,
Fear is reborn in a frantic panic.
After some time-
Sacred promises
rust in the air of discussion.
After some time
pure congregation
is stained in gossip and routine.
Why change
the person that is me?