I'm waiting for the change,
For the upheaval and the nausea,
For the tsunami of emotion to crash and hurt me,
For the scars that i carry to fade away.

My skin peels in the heat of knowledge,
The knowledge of ignorance and the change,
Oh! the change i fear, even if i am dependent on it.
It seeps into me like poison,
-a poison that is good but leaves your skin raw and full of blisters.

The ocean of love washes me ashore,like a million hands carrying me to a safe place.
Swollen, bruised and battered but changed.
I'm stronger than my past and ignorant of my future.

I have let it all go: tears of grief, eyes brimming with false hope and a mind of naivety.
I will always remember, but as an after thought. Not a scouring image of undue hurt and pain.