Living Life as a Shapeshifter

I'm always moving

Changing

Shapeshifting

Sometimes it's hard to even keep up with myself

I don't know how other people do it

The ones who have the patience to weather the storm of me

Willing to adapt to my consistently changing

Moods

Ideas

Thought patterns

Motor mouth

Romanticism

Followed only too quickly by instantaneous realism

Don't catch me when I'm caffeinated

I confuse even myself

When my mind changes so suddenly

Leaving me in a sea of adjustments and actions

That need to be made accordingly

I'm anything but static

Movement forward is all I know

Sometimes I surprise myself with some momentary stillness

I'm getting better at relishing the moment

But I'm obsessed with seizing it and living it fully

Which means

Regardless of my constant sense of change

My willingness to morph

I'm always so present with the current moment

Enough that I'm able to catch the subtleties

That even the smallest shift in awareness or feeling

Might bring

I might be a lot

I might not make sense

I might be frequently misunderstood

But I embrace the fuck out of change

Because I know that not always being constant is a part of being human

And I can hang with that.

Posted on May 10, 2016 and filed under Empowerment, Lifestyle, Self-Love, Poetry.