Seismic Shift
The safety net
bestowed upon me.
Beautifully adorned.
The exclusive group
I felt unworthy
of joining.
As though I slipped
through the gates.
A glitch
in the system.
My surprise admission
creating a hypnotic cocktail
of gratitude
and debt.
Feeling a seismic shift.
The tremors
growing stronger.
The frequency quickening.
Realization dawning
that this transformation
has been brewing
for a long time.
Lying unnamed
just below the surface.
Unable to identify
the source
of restless discomfort.
This house
I was once honored
to be let inside.
Losing its luster
as I became painfully aware
of every inch.
The cracks in the floor.
The ceiling that gets lower
with each passing year.
The scuff-marked walls,
a telltale sign
the space
has been outgrown.
Familiarity killing the mystery
and magic
that beckoned
from the windows outside.
Wonder gone. Dulled with time
after staring day after day
at the same beautifully curated
objects inside.
It’s getting too stuffy to breathe.
It’s time to see what lies
on the other side
of these constricting walls.
It’s time to let the rumbling earthquake
create space
for something new.
It’s time to sacrifice what is
for the dream
of what could be.
It’s time to trust myself
to build
without the suffocating confines
of someone else's
blueprint.
What will my house look like?
As I allow my heart
to create it
brick by brick.
As I reimagine
something beautiful
and new.
I don’t know.
But I can promise you,
it will be like nothing
we’ve ever seen.
