Anew

In the crispness of the fall at midday, I saw this used cream colored armchair. It reminded me of myself.

In one of my past lives, I used to make furniture and other props for imaginary people whose rooms only had three walls. A big part of that was changing something new to something old, or restoring something old to look new.

Which am I? I am neither young nor old. I still serve my purpose.

In this time of resolutions, I too want to change me. I'm well aware that change is hard. It's essential.

The cream colored armchair and I have been loved and cherished. Our battle scars are visible, some are deeply hidden. Seasons have come and gone, staining us for better or worse. Ones we have loved and held are now gone. We must learn to love anew.

We now try again. Holding our pillow on the sidewalk as decaying leaves scurry underfoot, we wait. We must remember that we have been loved. Love will find us anew, we are worthy of it. Change will happen, Earth herself is our example. We might get stained and scared anew, yet we will hold those we love and we will feel love. First we must stand on the street in our honest selves and allow for change.