Feel the Waves Against Your Feet
Things are shifting...moving. I can feel it. I can feel the change coming on. However, I am not afraid. As the first few waves touch my toes it's not fear that takes over me...but anticipation. I'm thrilled and excited for the storm. In act, I can't wait until I'm standing in its eye, the center of it all, just so I can look out and see the whirlwind around me. It's a lot like taking a set of scissors and cutting all the strings that are holding me up. I'm going to fall for a bit, I know, but then I'll be a real girl. I'll stand on my own and be more beautiful than I ever possibly imagined.
Yeah...I can feel it.
When the rush comes, will you be standing there beside me? Will you be caught up too? If I reach out my hand and offer it to you, will you come along for the ride? Or will you not recognize me when we meet again and in that moment...will you let me go, or will you love me for I've finally grown my wings?
Either way...catch me if you can.