Change

Take my hand, and don’t judge me.
Step to the line with me.
Take that first step beside me—
say that you, too, can see.

Say that you will believe me.
Tell me we’ll be all right.
Look at me as you would a flower.
Tell me I don’t need to fight.

There is a storm in the distance—
brewing, moving our way.
Hold my hand, and don’t judge me.
In lockstep, let us move from its sway.