Seasons come
And seasons go
One fades into the next
Without our consent
And without our awareness
Until we look around
And everything has changed
Slowly
Subtly
We find ourselves in new spaces
Surrounded by new faces
Grieving what’s been lost
Unsettled by what we find
Unsure of where we fit in
We grapple for some sense of security
Looking for a way back to what we knew
Or forward to what will be
Never realizing that
The disorientation
The disequilibrium
The discomfort
Are where we discover
A deeper understanding of truth
And a truer sense of ourselves
We may even find
We are right where we belong
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