Transition 7

“This spirit he is forceful,
he does not give a name.
But as he’s coming every morning,
things will never be the same.”

You’ve been through many years
of words forming in your mind.
You see no contradictions
as the relationship’s refined.

Then a new voice finds a purchase
and you worry ‘bout it’s source.
You saw no need for changes,
and this new voice comes with force.

You worry that your old friend
has been retired without a word.
You no longer even worry
that your friends find this absurd.

The early days are scratchy,
there’s resistance in your being.
You feel a little queasy
as you’re not sure what your seeing.

A face appears between you,
like a picture from a book.
You’ve no idea if you should trust
this imaginary hook.

For the death of inspiration
is expectation and it’s fear.
You have to keep on trusting,
to build what you consider dear.

Remember the rope bridge,
one more plank’s placed every day.
There’s strength within this structure,
you’re right to feel you’re on your way.