Change Is Hard

I am not a flower in bloom

I’ve been stagnant, sleeping in the same pot I was once a seed in

Chasing clouds, sitting under every single one that pops into the sky

I crave the feeling of its weight

Because it’s all I know how to carry

I’d love to blossom one day

But that would require time under the sun

And after a lifetime of hiding in the dark

I’m scared of what I’d grow into



Art: Vladimir Kush’s ‘Fiery Dance

By Maz Halima

Writer, Londoner, Grime music lover, cat owner, glasses wearer, hug giver.

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