Scared Poem by Angel Valdez

I am afraid of changes-I so am.
The fear of not being able to adapt is always there.
No matter how much I'd like to be the person who embraces change,
I would still be scared of it.
I think its perhaps redundant of me to think that changes are a synonym of an instability.
If I look at every change as an instability then what about the new beginnings...
What when a change might be a change from winter to spring?
Why the fear of a dry spell?
Aint we all conditioned to adapt to changes?
Can the fear originate from being compelled to leave it all behind
And start afresh and not being sure of how fresh will it be?
Changes-I think they would always go on..
Perhaps that's why they call it the essence of life
Its so hard to escape sometimes,
Especially when you are all ready to run..
Run from closed minds and closed lives...
I wish I could breathe free with liberated souls...
Who knows I might just die suffocated like this?
When things just aint goin' right we tend to blame it on everything other than our own selves, is that really justified?
I need to gasp for breath sometimes, or these people might just choke me...
It's such an irony that people are against you just because you don't conform.
Is conformity a part of being social?
What happened to the age old cry of 'Let me be me'..
Do we really allow people to be their own selves?