Poem #4 : Change

For some

Change is what they have left

In their pockets at the end of the day

When they take what is given

And resent in the silence of their apathy

But not for me

Oh no

I breathe it

I live it

I consume it

I tame it

I mould it

I manipulate it

It is the greatest fear, yet it is the greatest strength

I own no pockets

I collect no change

I am it

It is my beginning.

(8 July 2014)