Change doesn’t come all in one go.
It has a slowness and a time all of its own.
You don’t wake up one morning a completely different person
You are created by your lengthy complex history.
No, change happens gradually, slowly
Little by little a new glimmer of awareness
Starts to shine through the cracks
Creeping in with a tiny faint voice
Which says: “I do that, and it’s not right;
I’m aware of that now.”
NOW I can see that what I see in her, is also in me
NOW I can start to make change
NOW I can slowly unravel that pattern
Started so very long ago and which once
Was so very necessary.
Now with kindness I can take that need by the hand
And gently guide it to a new way
A less pushy, bossy, pressured way
One that flexes, respects and allows
One that isn’t driven by a need
To be seen, to be heard; to be placated.
No, change doesn’t happen over night
It’s a gradual process full of repetition and regress
So be gentle with yourself.
You’re doing OKAY.
Go easy on yourself.
But always, always, remain vigilant
So you catch each day
The strands you want to weave anew
And the threads that can be cast away.
© Angela Dunning, 9 June 2015