Call You

There is a world inside me.

A vast abundance of space and reality that I have yet to explore.

Through my veins are tunnels and pathways to hills in my muscle and valleys in my bone.

There is a universe in each cell of matter and though it could take a lifetime to explore,

I have remained unwilling to move.

There is a corner of a cave in a mountain atop a hill that I reside. I cower in complacency. I stall.

From this space I watch the world move, from here I am safe.

There is an innocence to this perspective, a childlike understanding of it all. And yet I grow.

My body, my universe, it moves into the future as my mind grasps desperately to the past.

This is all to say, because of you. I’ve stuck to what I know, avoiding you for as long as I can remember.

Your presence is jarring. You move like a stranger. You see, I was safe, unwilling, and complacent in my cave.

I did not grow up with you as others did. My life was filled with tradition, a concept you fall blind to.

I’ll admit, there are times I want to see you, but never do. I never urge you along.

I still am unsure what to call you.

So many have trouble with your name, you wear many masks but maintain the same impact.

Though, I do get older, I begin to understand. You are necessary.

Your approach may be impenetrable, but your intention is tender.

You are a true enigma, the most difficult experience to accept but the most beautiful to survive.

You are what is valuable in the exploration of life, and I am eager to know you.

And through years of sitting idle in a corner of a cave in a mountain atop a hill inside myself,

I understand now; to accept you is to explore me.

In this moment, there is freedom, for the absence of fear is to truly be free.

Suddenly, I find this strength, this acceptance, and I push it through my body.

It is born in the fields of my belly,

I send it to the skies of my mind,

And watch as it drifts to the rivers of my heart.

I see you now. You have a name, there is a face.

You,

Are Change.

The act of growth.

You are the shift.

And finally,

I am the willing.