by Christine, Grade 11
I’m unreasonably afraid of incorporeal concepts.
As shapeless as they are, the way they manifest
is too physical
too unpredictable
ever-changing palpitations
It’s better to not engage.
But change is unavoidable .
Change wears the blazer that once fit me.
Change crunches a leaf beneath her foot.
She lingers in every crevice, waiting to strike
Reminding me of my impermanence.
Change meets my eyes and pulls me in.
The distance between us approaches zero.
Change is instantaneous.
So is my fear.
But with it comes thrill and excitement.
She takes my hand.
It’s warm.
I don’t remember why I was scared in the first place.