New.
Change.
Different.
Unique.

Words whisper in the air around me,
Blowing through the trees and landing softly on my eyelashes.
Words pour out from me,
Rushing like a waterfall after a heavy rain.
Words drip, drip, drip down my cheeks.
Have they always been there?
Was I always so blind to what was inside of me?
Words swirl in my head and fill my heart to the very brim.
No one can comprehend the significance of this moment, this change.
Slowly I embrace their meaning.
Letting then sink in, I allow the words to wash over me.

New.
Change.
Different.
Unique.