#change is universal

[crmsnmth]

Change is Universal

I am changing in ways no one taught me how to name

Not like a wound closing but like something hardening where feeling used to be

I catch myself grieving for the person who flinched less who believed the world might soften if they stayed gentle long enough

Now I move quieter I choose my words like exits I leave rooms before they can leave me

This isn’t growth they write about its subtraction Its learning which parts of myself the dark can keep without killing me

I don’t feel reborn I feel rearranged a shape made to survive pressure not beauty

If this is change it isn’t hopeful its necessary